Our national parks . tion ; and since I never carry a gun I seethem well: lying beneath a juniper or dwarfpine, among the brown needles on the brink ofsome cliff or the end of a ridge commanding awide outlook; feeding in sunny openings amongchaparral, daintily selecting aromatic leaves andtwigs ; leading their fawns out of my way, ormaking them lie down and hide ; bounding pastthrough the forest, or curiously advancing andretreating again and again. One morning when I was eating breakfastin a little garden spot on the Kaweah, hedgedaround with chaparral, I noticed a deers headthrust through th
Our national parks . tion ; and since I never carry a gun I seethem well: lying beneath a juniper or dwarfpine, among the brown needles on the brink ofsome cliff or the end of a ridge commanding awide outlook; feeding in sunny openings amongchaparral, daintily selecting aromatic leaves andtwigs ; leading their fawns out of my way, ormaking them lie down and hide ; bounding pastthrough the forest, or curiously advancing andretreating again and again. One morning when I was eating breakfastin a little garden spot on the Kaweah, hedgedaround with chaparral, I noticed a deers headthrust through the bushes, the big beautifuleyes gazing at me. I kept still, and the deerventured forward a step, then snorted and with-drew. In a few minutes she returned, andcame into the open garden, stepping with in-finite grace, followed by two others. Aftershowing themselves for a moment, they boundedover the hedge with sharp, timid snorts andvanished. But curiosity brought them backwith still another, and all four came into my. ?-4itii|||: ^|,i
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