. Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine . tly followed the wounded animal, and afterseveral hours hard tracking, they reached the foot of quite a highmountain, and stopped a moment to rest, and wipe their heatedfaces. I should not think there would be a drop of blood left in thatdeer by this time, cried Dick, panting; he cant be a great distanceahead. I hope not, said Ned. I never was so tired in my life. I guess he dont intend to stop this side of the Magalloway,laughed George. Come on ! come on ! dont talk here any longer, urged theParso
. Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine . tly followed the wounded animal, and afterseveral hours hard tracking, they reached the foot of quite a highmountain, and stopped a moment to rest, and wipe their heatedfaces. I should not think there would be a drop of blood left in thatdeer by this time, cried Dick, panting; he cant be a great distanceahead. I hope not, said Ned. I never was so tired in my life. I guess he dont intend to stop this side of the Magalloway,laughed George. Come on ! come on ! dont talk here any longer, urged theParson, we must sight him soon ; and he took the lead up themountain. 146 THROUGH THE WILDS. Climbing this they found to be anything but fun. The ground wasas rough as the sides of the mountains in the Notch, and was made upalmost entirely of huge boulders, with but a slight covering of soil ormoss, and between them the roots of the trees had struck down, andobtained a little sustenance. Their pathway was full of holes, and theyhad to be very careful where they placed their feet to avoid RUN TO EARTH. Huge ledges and overhanging cliffs, sometimes fifty feet in height,rose before them and barred their progress, and almost invariablyin such places they lost the trail, and had to hunt some time beforefinding it. At last as they reached the top of a cliff, so steep that they hadbeen compelled to boost and pull each other up, they came suddenlyupon the deer lying on the ledge. One glance was enough to con-vince them that they did not need to waste further ammunition. THROUGH THE WILDS. 147 Dicks buckshot had done their work. It was a buck, with a splendidpair of antlers, and he was fat as a pig. The boys looked him overfor a few moments, and then George said they had better bleed andskin him. I dont believe there is any blood in him, said Ned. I shall send the head out to Colebrook to Norton, said Dick, and have him preserve and mount it. Dick and George pulled off their jacket
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