. The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil . aces. In a few minutes the hounds were uncoupled, and wefound it no easy task to keep up with them, even at fullgallop and on a straight road. At length, doublinground a rock, they plunged into the wood, and at a signfrom the whipper-in, as had been previously agreed, weplaced ourselves at fifty yards from one another. I glided under a gigantic oak, whose branches shelteredme, and concealed me from all eyes. Before me a narrowavenue opened into the forest, which, ac
. The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil . aces. In a few minutes the hounds were uncoupled, and wefound it no easy task to keep up with them, even at fullgallop and on a straight road. At length, doublinground a rock, they plunged into the wood, and at a signfrom the whipper-in, as had been previously agreed, weplaced ourselves at fifty yards from one another. I glided under a gigantic oak, whose branches shelteredme, and concealed me from all eyes. Before me a narrowavenue opened into the forest, which, according to myknowledge of the chase, ought to form a good road forthe deer. I experienced an emotion which every hunterwill readily comprehend, an emotion blended with fea,r;for I knew I had as many chances of receiving a straybullet in my head as of seeing a deer within range. 196 A TOUCH OF ^^ DEER-FEVER. Suddenly, about twenty paces in front of me, thebrushwood opened, and out of it leaped a magnificent ten-jintlered stag, who stationed himself in the middle of theavenue, and stood there in statuesque dignity. A feverish. he stood there in statuesque dignity.* agitation thrilled through my entire frame; I was seizedwith the disease known in the United States as the deer-fever,—an emotion very natural when one finds oneselfclose to an enormous beast. When I mechanically raisedmy gun, and discharged the trigger, the vision haddisappeared, the reality was no longer aught but a on the wings of the wind, the stag had thrownhimself between two hunters: their four barrels had proveduseless; and he dashed into the middle of the plain,flying at his utmost speed to escape from a neighbourhoodso dangerous as ours. The dogs recovered the scent, and we followed in their AN UNFORTUNATE MISHAP. 197 track. It was a favourable opportunity for the displayof our equestrian skill. We understood that it was theobject of the stag to reach the other and more secludedpart of the fo
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