H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
hunted the buck for weeks, I think 
I was glad at heart that it was he and 
not I that had won. If 1 had only 
seen him — just one splendid glimpse 
as he shot over and poised in mid-air, 
turning for the down plunge ! That 
was my only regret as I turned slowly 
away, the river singing beside me 
and the shadows lengthening along 
the home trail. 
