FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
osity; but as he lay quiet, listening, 
his ears shot back and forth nervously 
at a score of sounds that I could not 
Then 1 brought out my lunch and, 
nibbling a bit myself, pushed a slice 
of black bread over the crust towards 
him with a long stick. 
It was curious and intensely in- 
teresting to watch the struggle. At 
first he pulled away, as if I would 
poison him. Then a new rich odor 
began to steal up into his hungry 
nostrils. For weeks he had not fed 
full ; he had been running hard since 
daylight, and was faint and ex- 
hausted. And in all his life he had 
hear, as if above the music he caught 
faint echoes of the last fearful chase. 
