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ful Heavens, that a man could go like 
that! Frantically I tied the rope 
around Roxy’s neck and placing a por- 
tion of it in her mouth, I commanded 
her to take it to him. “Fetch!” called 
Harold weakly—she loved him almost 
as much as she loved me, and seeming 
to sense the gravity of the situation, 
she almost fell in her eagerness to 
reach him. As in a dream I saw him 
slowly wind the rope beneath his arms, 
then taking a turn around the nearest 
tree, I began to pull while he did the 
same. Slowly but surely the relentless 
mud gave up its terrible grip and in a 
few moments Harold lay on the ground 
beside me while Roxy licked our faces. 
After a while we looked at each other 
and smiled. This is what he said: 
“You ought not to have done it, Frank. 
Roxy has been sick, and now she’ll take 
cold and die.” The ways of some 
a.| People passeth understanding! 
Buck Hunting in Oregon 
(Continued from page 587) 
jam, fresh bread and venison with 
gravy. 
After a restful night and a hot 
breakfast we were again following the 
deer trails over the ridges and into the 
canyons, each man taking a different 
direction. It was still quite dark in 
the early morning and before I had 
gone far I came to a place where I 
could sit down and look over a small 
flat meadow hundred yards below me; 
here and there in this meadow were 
small clumps of young firs. A slight 
wind was blowing in my face and as 
the shadows disappeared below, I no- 
ticed a small fir tree bending sharply 
in one direction and then in the oppo- 
site direction and it seemed to me that 
I could hear a swish, swish, each time 
the tree moved and I thought I heard a 
muffled snort. I had seen large bear 
tracks on that ridge the day before and 
the thought came to me that a bear 
was wallowing in the snow in the 
meadow below. A large rotten log par- 
tially hid the object that was creating 
the disturbance, so I moved quietly 
over to the left some twenty steps to 
where I could see better. 
Ae I watched, a large deer raised its 
head above the log and a nice set 
of antlers was visible. He was horning 
tha fir trea trvine ta with aff tha walryat 
at it thinking that perhaps both of my 
other shots were clean misses and my 
deer had escaped. Coming into the 
meadow from below in a round-about 
way, I followed the back track of the 
deer I had shot at, but could see no 
sign of blood or any evidence that I 
had been successful. As I approached 
the log I saw the hind quarters and 
legs of a deer projecting underneath 
and proceeded to pull out into the open 
a nice four-point buck. The first shot 
had clipped the back of both shoulders 
but it had not broken its neck, only 
serving to knock it down. The second 
had literally pulverized its head and 
ruined everything. The velvet on the 
antlers had been freshly peeled off by 
rubbing against the young fir tree. 
The night before in camp as we were 
telling stories, Hugh uncorked one 
about an old buck that lived year after 
year on a place called Lily Knob, some 
three miles away. Many hunters had 
seen and told about this buck. Many 
had reported him to have anywhere 
from six to ten points. Some claimed 
him to be a mule deer that had mi- 
grated over the mountain from Eastern 
Oregon, and a few had shot at him, but 
so far no one had made connections. 
We decided that afternoon to saddle up 
the horses and ride over to this inac- 
cessible place and investigate the truth 
of that rumor. After following the 
main trail for a mile or so we branched 
off suddenly in a saddle at the head of 
Whitney Canyon; named so because in 
years past “Fin" had killed a buck 
down in the bottom of it. 
E followed an old invisible trail, 
by instinct mostly, and an oc- 
casional weather beaten blaze on the 
trees. Soon we came out into a small 
grassy meadow and hobbled the horses. 
The rest of the way we made on foot. 
This Lily Knob was a small open top 
mountain projecting out into the 
canyon and separated from the main 
land by a long sharp open ridge which 
dropped off on both sides for thousands 
of feet into the most un-godly lava rock 
canyons that a man ever laid eyes on, 
or ever tried to get out of. The top of 
this Knob in summer is covered with 
mountain lilies. Hugh and I ap- 
proached this open ground by way of a 
steep shale rock slide, being careful not 
to make any unnecessary noise, and 
keeping hidden as much as _ possible. 
Hugh took one side and I took other. 
~ [ was climbing up the south slope, 
king hard against the altitude and 
ring like a steam boat, some rocks 
shale began to roll down on me as 
dked up at the largest buck deer I 
saw loped slowly across the open 
‘e thirty yards above and disap- — 
‘ed over the side of the canyon. He | 
ally looked as large as a horse and 
ied a magnificent set of antlers. 
fy you. 
