THE DEER^ 
rifle into position the deer whirled and 
vanished like three winks, leaving the 
heavy evergreen tips nodding and 
blinking behind them in a shower of 
snow. 
Tired as I was, 1 took a last run 
to see from the trail how it all hap- 
pened. The deer had been standing 
just within the thicket as I approached. 
All three had seen the handkerchief ; 
the tracks showed that they had pawed 
the snow and moved about nervously. 
When the leader whistled they had 
bounded away down the steep on the 
other side. But the farms lay in that 
direction, so they had skirted the 
base of the hill, keeping within the 
fringe of woods and heading back 
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WINTER TRAILS 
