FOLLOWING 
THE DE£R^ 
again the big yellow brindle with 
hound's blood showing in nose and 
ears, Old Wally's dog, leaped into 
sight. His whining trail-cry changed 
to a fierce growl as he sprang for 
the buck's nose. 
1 had waited for just this moment 
in hiding, and jumped to meet it. 
The club whistled down between the 
two heads ; and there was no reserve 
this time in the muscles that swung 
it. It caught the brute fair on the 
head, where the nose begins to dome 
up into the skull; and he too had 
harried his last deer. 
Two other curs had leaped aside 
with quick instinct the moment they 
saw me and vanished into the thickets. 
185 
Snow 
Bound 
