HFOLLOW/NG 
THE DEER 
lived in threw their long sad shadows 
over them. So they came to the 
meadow, into which they had so 
often come limping down to play 
or feed among the twilight shadows, 
and crossed it for the last time 
on Wally's gun barrel, swinging, 
swingingo 
The leaves were falling thickly 
now ; they formed a dry, hard carpet 
over which it was impossible to fol- 
low game accurately, and they rustled 
a sharp warning under foot if but a 
wood-mouse ran over them. It was 
of little use to still-hunt the wary old 
buck till the rains should soften the 
carpet, or a snowfall make tracking 
like boys' play. But I tried it once 
