H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
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and I turned my glass upon a mag- 
nificent buck that thrust his head out 
to look up and down the shore. A 
moment only he watched the pretty 
scene ; then he came swiftly out into 
the open. A stamp of his forefoot 
and a sharp snort stopped the play 
instantly. Perhaps he had seen my 
canoe drawn up among the grasses 
far below, or it may be that he simply 
felt the presence of an enemy, as ani- 
mals so often do. He threw his head 
into the wind to nose the air's mes- 
sages. Eyes and ears searched the 
shore and the lake, over which he 
had often watched a canoe's noiseless 
approach from 
his covert of bend- 
