THE DEEJfi^ 
Them ere's sheep tracks— my sheep. 
Wandered off int' th' woods a spell 
ago, and I hain't seen the tarnal crit- 
ters since. Came up here lookin' for 
um this mornin'.'' 
1 glanced at Wally's fish basket, 
and thought of the nibbled lily pads ; 
but I said nothing. Wally was a 
great hunter, albeit jealous; apt to 
consider every grouse and mink and 
otter in the wood as his private prop- 
erty, specially sent by Providence to 
help him get a lazy living; and I 
knew little about deer at that time. 
So I took him to camp, fed him, and 
sent him away. 
"Kinder keep a lookout for my 
sheep, will ye. Mister, down 't this 
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SUMMER Woods 
