IL. FOLLOW/NG 
'^THE DEER 
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SunmerUoods 
sound, — the creak of a bough or the 
ripple of a passing musquash, the 
plunk of a water drop into the lake 
or the snap of a rotten twig, broken 
by the weight of clinging mist, — 
came to the strained ear with start- 
ling suddenness. Then, as I waited 
and sifted the night sounds, a dainty 
plop, plop, plop! the alert tread of a 
deer walking in shallow water, sent 
the canoe gliding like a shadow 
toward the shore whence the sounds 
had come. 
When the lantern opened noise- 
lessly, sending a broad beam of gray, 
full of shadows and misty lights, 
through the even blackness of the 
night, the deer stood revealed — a 
