FOLLOWING 
THE DEER^ 
A strang'e, uncanny silence had 
settled over the woods. Dogs, Hke 
wolves, are apt to cease their cry in 
the last swift burst of speed that will 
bring the game in sight. Then the 
pack broke out of the cover behind 
him with a fiercer howl that was 
too much for even his nerves to 
stand. Nothing on earth could have 
met such a death unmoved. No 
ears, however trained, could hear 
that fierce cry for blood without 
turning to meet it face to face. With 
a mighty effort the buck whirled in 
the snow and gathered himself for 
the tragedy. 
Far ahead of the pack came a small, 
swift bulldog that, with no nose of 
181 
Snow 
Bound 
