FOLLOWING 
THE DEER^ 
to guide me in a short cut over the 
hills to where my room in the old 
farmhouse was waiting. 
It mattered little that, far behind 
me (though not so far from where 
the trail ended), the big buck began 
his twilight wandering along the 
ridges, sniffing alertly at the vanish- 
ing scent of the man on his feeding 
ground. The best things that a 
hunter brings home are in his heart, 
not in his game bag ; and a free deer 
meant another long glorious day, fol- 
lowing him through the October 
woods, making the tyro's mistakes, 
to be sure, but feeling also the tyro's 
thrill and the tyro's wonder, and the 
consciousness of growing power and 
HUNTING 
