THE DEER^ 
never smelled anything so good. He 
turned his head to question me with 
his eyes. Slowly his nose came 
down, searching for the bread. " If 
he would only eat ! Law or no law, 
that is a truce which 1 would never 
break," I kept thinking over and over, 
and stopped eating in my eagerness to 
have him share with me the hunter's 
crust. His nose touched it ; then 
through his hunger came the smell 
of the man, the danger smell that had 
followed him day after day in the 
beautiful October woods, and over 
white winter trails when he fled 
for his life, and still the man fol- 
lowed. The remembrance was too 
much. He raised his jfj 
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