The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1909-01-29

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and with speed, even though the
/ crust does bruise and cut his slender
legs. But he thinks only OF the two
pursuers; he has no thought for 9TH
ers who might soon join them. And
so terror fills his heart as he now
hears ahead of him the eager zap, zap
Of another enemy.
The deer changes his course and
Is now running his best. Coming out
upon a marsh where footing is good
he makes great Roadway. If only
this would last escape would be easy;
| and with new hope he bounds along
to the north. At the end Of the marsh
is logging road leading back into
the heavy timber-unexpected luck.
Looking back he can see his pursuers
running fast and silently up the
frozen meadow. They seem to drift
along as though blown by the wind,
now close together, now spread out,
but surely coming, and with but the
desire to kill.
Pausing only for a moment the
deer leaves the open, and dashes up
the logging road into the dark and
| silent forest. After a short run he
comes to fork in the road; here he
hesitates; II he turns to the right it
is toward the logging camp, so north
he goes. Just around a sharp bend he
comes to the end of the road. No use
to stop, and worse than useless to
turn back now, so bounding into the
thick brush and deep snow he makes
all possible speed-poor speed at
best Suddenly his enemies appear
on all sides. He can see their shad-
owy forms and bright eyes, and hear
their whimpering and whining and
the clacking of their iyory-set jaws.
They have taken the straight course
while he followed the road. In very
few minutes 1t is all over except the
feast.
I You no longer hear the wildering
chorus of the wolf-pack, so sleep
comes to you at last. And in the
| course of few hours you awake with
a start, wondering if you have really
been asleep. The unlovely music of a
f1ve-foot tin horn, blown by an early
rising cookee, Is not the most pleas
ant awakening tired man can inn
agine. The men tumble out, of their
hunks with scarcely word. Dress
/ ing is but short task, for the lum-
berjack removes but few articles of
| NIL Ad
dressed they dip tin wash basin full
of warm water from a large can on
the stove, place it in the long wooden
sink, and their toilet is soon COM
pleted. About o'clock, or half an
hour after the first "horn," Games
another-the call to breakfast. The
first man to the door throws it wide
open, and they pour out into the crisp
morning air, to be greeted by the
light Of many lamps, streaming
through cloud of steam from the
open door of the cook camp. Sus-
pended from the root. are lamps with
large tin refectors, shedding an
abundance of light on long tables
covered with oil-cloth, and set with
tin dishes, tin spoons and iron knives
and forks.
Sitting in places assigned them by
:, cookee upon their first entrance to
camp, they Immediately proceed to
devour coffee, fapjacks, beefsteak,
fried potatoes and pastry in silence,
except for the clatter Of the dishes.
Going north from the camp, about
two miles along the main logging
road you turn into short branch
road on your left, and with four or
five men begin cutting brush and
trees to extend the road farther into
the tall pines. The men begin where
they quit the night before, and you
go ahead, wading through the deep
snow to see which way the road is to
go. You notice the fresh track of a
deer; that is not unusual, for when
the snow is deep they often travel on
the roads. A few rods in you come to
place where the crust is broken
and the snow trampled as though
some animal had been digging; you
kick about and up comes a bones
stripped of every particle of flesh.
wolves" you say to yourself; there
are his tracks. You follow two or
4 three rods through the thick brush,
and suddenly you come upon sight
not often seen even in this north
country.
The snow is tramped down hard
and smeared with blood and hair, all
that is left to tell of the tragedy en-
acted here but few hours ago. Sim
gle trails lead off in every direction;
you follow some of them. They are
all short, and at the end of each you
kick out the bone buried there. Not