FOLLOWING 4A. 
THE DEER^\ 
weasel, whom he is mortally afraid of. 
Chickadees followed me shyly with ^ 
Snow • 
their blandishments. Tsic-a-deeee? ^q^j^q '"- - • 
with that gentle up-slide of ques- , - 
tioning. 'Ms the spring really com- -x^/^>^ ; 
ing? Are — are you a harbinger?" 
But the snowshoes clicked on, 
away from the sweet blarney, leaving 
behind the little flatterers who were 
honestly glad to see me in the woods 
again, and who would fain have 
delayed me. Other questions, stern 
ones, were calling ahead. Would the 
cur dogs find the yard and extermi- 
nate the innocents? Would Old 
Wally — but no ; Wally had the 
rheumatiz," and was out of the 
running. Ill wind blew the deer 
