1^ FOLLOWING 
'^THE DEER 
64 
SUMMER 
Woods 
I gave up everything else but fish- 
ing after that, and took to watching 
the deer; but there was little to be 
learned in the summer woods. Once 
I came upon the big buck lying down 
in a thicket. 1 was following his 
track, trying to learn the Indian trick 
of sign-trailing, when, as 
I turned for a moment 
to follow an eagle's flight over 
the tree tops, the buck shot up 
in front of me like Jack-in-a- 
box, and was gone before I knew 
what it meant. From the impressions 
in the moss I concluded that he slept 
with all four feet under him, ready to 
shoot up at an instant's notice with 
power enough in his spring to clear 
