FOLLOW/NG 
shook himself mightily, as if to throw 
off all memory of the experience. 
From a thicket of fir a doe that had 
been listening in hiding to the sounds 
of his coming and to the faint un- 
known click, which was the voice 
of my snowshoes, came out to meet 
him. Together they 5>/^k/£-^, 
trotted down the 
path, turning S 
often to look and 
listen, and vanished 
at last, like gray 
shadows, into the 
stillness of the March 
woods. 
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