THE DE£R^ 
home. I glance at the jay flitting 
about restlessly in a mixture of mis- 
chief and curiosity, whistling his too- 
loo-loo loudly as a sign to the fleeing 
game that I am right here and that 
he is watching me. Then 1 take up 
the back trail, planning the morrow's 
hunt. 
So the days went by, one after 
another; and still the big buck, aided 
by his friends the birds, held his own 
against my craft and patience. He 
grew more wild and alert with every 
hunt, and kept so far ahead of me 
that only once before snow blew did 
I have even the chance of stalking 
him, and then the cunning old fellow 
foiled me again masterfully. 
