The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-02-27

DheNi una no was mOfN NOpelehaly
mixed than ever In HIS extreme peril
Donald for the FIRST time wished he had
not turned out Of his path TO save the
deer.
Il might have left them alone 10
fight It out or shot them and moved
on" he said bitterly Il saved their
lives, but I've lost mine"
These reflections irrltated him. and
he stopped several times to inveigh
against his luck and the deer. "They
were thankless things, anyway" he
finally muttered. They trottcd of and
didn't even thank me-"
Donald shook himself This sort Of
thing would not do. He was slowly
yielding to the cold. and half-dreamily
accusing the deer Of his whole trouble.
Once or twice visions of them had act
ually appeared before his mind. They
looked like white deer" flashing out
of the clouds of snow.
IF l only knew where l was / would
not care" doggedly said the fellow.
But this being lost in a storm is ter.
rifying. If l only had something to
guide me or keep me company. There's
that white"
He stopped and hit his head. The We
sion Of the white deer" had appeared
before his mind again. But this time il
did not disappear when he opened his
eyes. There is stood before him. Donald
gasped and then rushed forward 70
touch the animal.
His hands came in contact with the
warm, wet body Of an animal, and then
the white deer" sprang forward and
disappeared in the cloud Of snow. 1T
was no vision" Donald said exultantly.
We'll, I'll follow his tracks. Deer al
ways know how to get out of a storm {"
Peering down in the snow he picked
up the small holes made by the deer's
feet, and in few moments he was fol.
lowing the tracks as q hound after
game. They led in the opposite direc.
ton from the one Donald had been TAX
ing, and in a short time they brought
him to a denser part Of the woods.
Then the snow obliterated them, and
he was left to his own resources.
Through the deadly stiffness Of this
storm there came a gentle breathing
pulsating noise that alarmed Donald
Was he yielding to the cold again? HI
stamped his feet and flung his hands
outward to rouse himself But the
noise continued. Donald picked himBeE
up and followed its direction. A dozeT
feet forward he stumbled against some
thing hard which reared directly in his
pathway. He touched it, and in thu
darkness tried to study it with his eyes
Then he gave shout of exultation.
was one of the small log shelter cabin
he had helped to build for summer
uses whsn camping in the woods H
knew that under it's sheltering roof ant
sides there would be warmth and pro
lection from the terrible storm.
But inside the shed-like cabin Their
was noise of alarm. AS Donald foun
: dered through the snow deer rushe
out of the shelter and disappeared il
the storm. 1t was his white deer"-on
Of the bucks he had rescued. Donal
stood silent and amazed. 1t seemed S
like a vision that he was unable t
speak for some time. In the desire t
} find shelter from the blizzard the buc
had unconsciously directed him to tn
old cabin, where he was safe from tn
cold for the night.
81 don't think I'll say anything NOR
: about ungratefulness," Donald r.
. Elected. "That deer was the only thin
that saved me from terrible dealt
: Sometimes Providence works in
strange way."-New York Times.