H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
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SunmerUoods 
big buck," 1 told myself with 
elation, remembering what I had read 
of woodcraft, and that track of the 
pointed hoof and short stride is the 
doe ; and this little one that never 
goes straight is her fawn." I was 
following them eagerly, noting every 
detail of bent grass and muddied 
water and nibbled lily pads, when I 
ran plump upon Old Wally, the cun- 
ningest hunter and trapper in the 
whole region. 
" Sho ! Mister, what yer follerin ? " 
''Why, these deer tracks," I said 
simply. 
Wally gave me a look of great pity. 
" Guess you 're green — one o' 
them city fellers, ain't ye. Mister? 
