The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1900-09-29

bread. howsomever, an he says to me
he thinks tn two deer is gettin' ready
to break away to tn wes'. Luckily L
bring my gun with me an I tell him
to go back to camp an be good, f'r L m
goin' to foller 'em eff they makes fr the
Paceefic Oshun.
sw1lcned a little an started as straight
ives as you could draw line Same time
Sided on them snowshoes like I was git
tin a dollar a Slide AFTER midnight tn
as so light as day. To'ards mornin' tn snow
got deeper an tn big buck begin to go
way down wen he bruk T. thr 6,a a.. the the
showed rim o. red around tn holes. He
vas bleedin' fom cut. | couldn't say say
long bout in tn mornin I see where
tn srnalles deer had laid down for q
EN- Shore swung out on tn shoes for
all 1 was with. am it'd done you good to
"A o'clock / was morn fifty miles
rom camp in tn thickes' woods you ever
hear Of Three times the littlss' deer had iaa
time fr me to go slow an look a little
out. Finerly 1 come to tn edge O. a hol-
Ter, mos thirty foot deep, a hundred yard
wide an runnin' way to tn ives. L cain [
tell how fur. work long tn side @ it f
the tree trunks l see in the middle tn
Titles deer down in tn snow, an it CANT
IN up fom its head and 7 say. TO myself
it's a young buck, son O. tn OF man. TIL
der off an loolxin' straight at me. TIL
sun shines on his sides an they'S dappled
in black spots mos beautiful. He had tn
fines set O. horns as ever tore through TIL
Moth Woods an he held EN- up high,
proud and scornful like: | takes careful
an I plugs him straight through tn neck
He gives a culver ur two an that was
through tn smoke an see the big dap
pied Teller chargin' me, like bull moose
His horns is down an they looks like a
tree-top made o. bone an I knows If they
git inter me somebody'n find my clothes
'Twere a single-shot rifle I had and they
weren't time to load agin. l jus drop
tn gun an swing up inter tn branches
f a tree TIL dappled fellow. blinded by
snow ur crazy ur Somep n, swing on past
me an in five second more is out o. sight,
Il climb down arter aw'ile an go to
the dead deer in tn holler- I hope may
t fi It 1 Weren't s doea horned doe tn only
one evr seed ur heerd Of TIL horns was
OF buck. an they growed straight up f ON
tn eyes. This doe were as big as any
bucq I ever see but she seemed little wen
sized up with tn other one. I skinned her
and tux her head and started back to
camp.
''McWhirter an me never see the trail
o. tn dappled buck any more We staid
roun Lesourneau fr month, but they
ho how happened to be failin' timber
to the "a place ace We're killed IT, Titles deer
TIL bones was there. They. was still two
feet o. snow tn groun' and sticlxin'
out'n it. fifty yards away. were thing
I took FIR a dead BUSH I went up to it.
I dunno wy, an there lay tn dappled
buck dead. They weren't no wound on
him, but he We're mighty thin an
knowed he'd hung roun there till he
starved TO death. TIL wolves hadn't both
cred his carcass; the porkypines hadn't
eat his horns: / dunno wy I took the
horns to Ffiel an hung up EN- up benin
Champagne's bar: They was forty-two
p'ints on 'ern.. The skin I give to Rose
Laehelle. up Ashlan way. an, she made
a fioor-rug out'n it, / might, Fergy adj
ded refiectively, .'a-gone back to tn boiler
vile tn Scotchman an me was camped
an shot that buck vile he was loafin'
roun' the dead doe if I'd a-had any sense,
but I didn't have none.''
The boat swung round and started for
the shack at the north end of the lake
The other man, silent for awhile remark
ed slowly: your mentality is somewhat
dappled-
as a compliment Fan 1 shore laid it
ter that terfone McWhirter- covered a
hundred an sixteen mile ten rod on that
last trail"