FOLLOWING 
THE DEER^^ 
excitement of a new kind of hunt, 
a hunt to save, not to kill, was tin- 
gling all over me when I circled a 
dense thicket of firs with a rush, — 
and there he lay, up to his shoulders 
in the snow before me. 
He had taken his last jump. The 
splendid strength which had carried 
him so far was spent now to the 
last ounce. He lay resting easily in \j 
the snow, his head outstretched on 
the crust before him, awaiting the 
tragedy that had followed him for 
years, by lake and clearing and winter 
yard, and that burst out behind him 
now with a cry to make one's nerves 
shudder. The glory 
of his antlers was 
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