H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
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>^ SUMMER 
Woods 
one look he plunged into the woods, 
whistling danger to his companions. 
But the fawn heeded nothing, knew 
nothing for the moment save the fas- 
cination of the wonderful glare out 
there in the darkness. Had I not shut 
off the light, 1 think he would have 
climbed into the canoe in his intense 
wonder. 
I saw the little fellow again, in a 
curious way, a few nights later. A 
wild storm was raging over the woods. 
Under its lash the great trees writhed 
and groaned ; and the voices," that 
strange phenomenon of the forest and 
rapids, were calling wildly through 
the roar of the storm and the rush 
of rain on innumerable leaves. I had 
