H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
70 
SUMMER 
Woods 
brushing his antlers as he swept 
along. 
The last branch had hardly swished 
behind him when, across the pond, 
the underbrush parted cautiously and 
Old Wally appeared, trailing a long 
gun. He had followed scarcely a 
dozen of the buck's jumps when he 
turned and saw me watching him 
from beside a great maple. 
Just a-follerin one o' my tarnal 
sheep. Strayed off day 'fore yester- 
day. Hain't seen 'im, hev 
ye?" he bawled across. 
'IX "Just went along; ten or 
' twelve points on his horns. 
And say, Wally" — 
F)a\7 The old sinner, who was 
