FOLLOWING 
THE DEER^ 
her wriggle, and stood for an in- 
stant as if turned to stone, with a 
spruce branch bending over to hide 
her from my eyes. Then, when I 
moved not, having no desire to kill 
a doe but only to watch the beauti- 
ful creature, she turned, glided a few 
steps, and went bounding away along 
the ridge. 
Old Wally came in a little while, 
not following the trail, — he had no 
skill nor patience for that, — but with 
a woodsman's instinct follow- 
ing up the general direction of 
his game. Not far from where 
the doe had first ap- 
peared he stopped, 
looked all around 
