H FOLLOWING 
THE DEizR, 
152 
WINTER TRAILS 
forgot the glare ice that covered the 
rock beneath. The deer's sharp hoofs 
had clung to the very edge securely. 
My heedless feet had barely struck 
1^ <i the rock when they slipped and 1 shot 
over the cliff thirty feet to the rocks 
,4/^' below. Even as 1 fell and the rifle 
flew from my grasp I heard the buck's 
loud whistle from the thicket where 
j[^/;||if/m|p;^- he was watching me, and then the 
heavy plunge of the deer as they 
will. - ^[/f ;^4^J A great drift at the foot of the cliff 
saved me. I picked myself up, fear- 
fully bruised but with nothing broken, 
found my rifle and limped away four 
miles through the woods to the road, 
thinking as 1 went that I was well 
