FOLLOWING 
THE DEER^ 
to sleep. Meanwhile, to take no 
chances, the wary old leader had cir- 
cled back to wind the trail and watch 
it awhile from a distance before join- 
ing them in their rest. 
He stood stock-still in his hiding, 
so still that one might have passed 
close by without noticing him. But 3j 
his head was above the low ever- 
greens ; eyes, ears, and nose were 
busy giving him perfect report of 
everything that passed in the woods. 
I started to stalk him promptly, 
creeping up the hill behind him and 
chuckling to myself at the rare sport 
of catching a wild thing at his own 
game. But before I sighted him again 
he grew uneasy. The snow records 
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