H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
struggle. Hung by the neck till dead ! 
— an atrocious fate to mete out to a 
noble bird. I followed the hedge of 
snares for a couple of hundred yards, 
finding three more strangled grouse 
and a brown rabbit. Then I sat down 
in a beautiful spot to watch the life 
about me, and to catch the snarer at 
his abominable work. 
The sun climbed higher and blotted 
out the four trails in the field below. 
Red squirrels came down close to my 
head to chatter and scold and drive 
me out of the solitude. A beautiful 
gray squirrel went tearing by among 
the branches, pursued by one of the 
savage little reds that nipped and 
snarled at his heels. The two cannot 
