. The Big game of North America [microform] : its habits, habitat, haunts, and characteristics : how, when, and where to hunt it. Hunting; Hunting; Big game hunting; Big game hunting; Chasse; Chasse; Chasse au gros gibier; Chasse au gros gibier. 1 ^' 142 BIO (lAME OF NOKTII AMEPilCA. i1 fl i 1 II I [ \ ! I i !. f M absorbed noiselessness that all Deer-liunters Avill under- stand, where to l)reak a twig or step on a brittle stick gives one a twinge as for a g; alty tiling. We liad gone sideling up a higli ridge, on the very- brow of which rose a single massive rock, lifteen or twenty feet in he
. The Big game of North America [microform] : its habits, habitat, haunts, and characteristics : how, when, and where to hunt it. Hunting; Hunting; Big game hunting; Big game hunting; Chasse; Chasse; Chasse au gros gibier; Chasse au gros gibier. 1 ^' 142 BIO (lAME OF NOKTII AMEPilCA. i1 fl i 1 II I [ \ ! I i !. f M absorbed noiselessness that all Deer-liunters Avill under- stand, where to l)reak a twig or step on a brittle stick gives one a twinge as for a g; alty tiling. We liad gone sideling up a higli ridge, on the very- brow of which rose a single massive rock, lifteen or twenty feet in height. We were Hearing it slowly, within a hun- dred yards, when out from behind it stepped a noble doe. She moved on to a little mound or hillock, and there stood moti()Ml(^ss as her eye caught us. It was a sight I shall never forget, and shall never see again. Below and beyond her the ridge pitched steeply down, so that her entire form stood outlined above the horizon against the clear, blue sky. She stoo'- ⢠â 1 if for a picture, as, indeed, she was in herself. In a life v«f sixty years, and in pursuit of game under all conditions, animated nature has never presented to my sight anything so beautiful. She stood slightly quartering to us, visible from her great nine-inch ears to her very hoofs. My son barely turned his head, and whispered: "Do you see that:: " But my rifle was at my shoulder, and, as he spoke, I fired. Tlu' Deer gave a wheel backward, and went out of sight. This was bad. I had been perfectly steady; my ritie was perfectly sighted for just that distance, and she ought to have fallen in her tracks. I felt crestfallen. As we walked slowly up, my son said: "Father, where did you aimT" I said: "At the big, round, whitish spot on her left breast; for the bullet would ])ass through the heart out on the other ; With much chagrin, he said: "I should think an old hunter, as you are, would have known enough to aim at th
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