FOLLOWING 
THE DEER^ 
1 was camping alone on this h'ttle 
pond, one summer, when I first met 
and followed the deer. 1 had gone 
first to the summer resort in search 
of rest and peace, but soon wearied 
of people who thought that peace 
was a matter of energetic achieve- 
ment, and who pursued rest as if it 
were at the end of a caribou trail ^fj^ 
or a rainbow, and could be caught if 
one followed fast and far enough. 
Evening hops," and mackerel fish- 
ing, and noisy picnics with sun-kissed 
girls and brown-armed men display- 
ing their tan and sunburn proudly, 
— all speedily lost their semblance 
to a charm; so 1 made a little tent, 
hired a 
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SUMMER Woods 
