H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
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WINTER 1TRAILS 
peeking, listening, creeping on the 
trail, and stepping gingerly at last 
down the valley, ashamed or afraid 
of being caught at his unlawful 
hounding. "An ill wind, but it 
blows me good," I thought, as I took 
up the trail of the deer, half ashamed 
myself to take advantage of them 
when tired by the dog's chasing. 
There was no need of commisera- 
tion, however ; now that the dog was 
out of the way they could take care 
of themselves very well. I found 
them resting only a short distance 
ahead; but when I attempted to 
stalk them from leeward the noise 
of my approach on the crust sent 
them off with a rush before 1 caught 
