FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
Old Wally was afield too; but, so 
far as I could read from the woods' 
I knew my game was miles ahead, 
I heard the long-drawn whang of 
Wally's old gun across a little valley. 
Presently the brush began to crackle, 
and a small doe came jumping among 
the trees straight towards me. Within 
thirty feet she saw me and caught 
herself at the very top of her jump 
by a curious wriggle that all deer 
have for stopping themselves in mid- 
air, and which, it would seem, must 
unjoint every bone in her delicate 
body. Instead of falling forward she 
seemed to drop perpendicularly after 
STILL HUNTING 
record, he fared no better than I on 
the trail of the buck. Once, when 
