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. Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine . t suppose we start back now. We may pick up our deer on the way home. I hope we shall, Ned. I hate to go back to the east again, they followed the shore of the pond back, going over their own tracksin returning. No sign ofdeer rewarded their efforts ;and they were within twomiles, they judged, of thecamp when George, lookingup from the snow, which wasnow nearly melted, for a fewmoments cast his eyes outover the pond and saw some-thinor that brouorht him to adead halt. It was a deers
. Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine . t suppose we start back now. We may pick up our deer on the way home. I hope we shall, Ned. I hate to go back to the east again, they followed the shore of the pond back, going over their own tracksin returning. No sign ofdeer rewarded their efforts ;and they were within twomiles, they judged, of thecamp when George, lookingup from the snow, which wasnow nearly melted, for a fewmoments cast his eyes outover the pond and saw some-thinor that brouorht him to adead halt. It was a deerswimming across the pond,and making- for the shorewhere they stood, — a slightcove, that set back from themain body of the pond per-haps an eighth of a Ned, if my eyes werenot dazzled so by the snow I should call that a deer heading straight for this spot where we are, and George pointed to the object in the water. Where ? Oh, I see, now. By gracious ! it is a deer. Lets draw back a litde, and give him a chance to come on shore ; the wind is in our favor anyway, and he wont scent A DEER IN SIGHT.
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