The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1921-06-02

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Shoot? It was a doe, wasn't itr'
aGood Lord. Of course It was doe |
But there are no game laws that go
back this far. Besides you aimed ct
it,
II aimed Just to see II could catch
1t through my sights. And ! could.
Ny glasses sort Of made 1t blur-but
/ think perhaps that I could have
shot It. But I'm not going to kill does.
There must be some reason for the
game laws. or they wouldn't exist"
You're a funny one. Come three
thousand miles to hunt and then pass
up the first deer you see. You could
almost have been your grandfather.
to have done that. He thought kihing
deer needlessly was almost as bad as
killing man. They are beautiful
things. aren't they?'
Dan answered him with startling
emphasis. But the look that he wore
said more than his words.
They trudged on, and Lennox grew
thoughtful. He was recalling the pic
ture that he had seen when he had
whirled to look at Dan, Immediately
after the deer had leaped from its
bed. It puzzled him little. He had
turned to find the younger man n
perfect posture to shoot, his feet
placed In exactly the position that
years OF experience had taught Len
nox was correct; and withal. absolute
" m0tionless. What many hunters
take years to learn, Dan had seemed
to know by instinct. Could 1t be. after
all. that this slender weakling. even
now bowed down with q terrible
malady, had inherited the. true from
tiersman's Instincts Of his ancestors1
The result Of this thought was At
least to hover in the near vicinity Of
q certain conclusion. That conclusion
was that at least a few Of the char
acteristics OF his grandfather had
been passed down to Dan. It meant
that possibly, II time remained, he
world not turn cut such weakling,
after all. OF course his courage, his
nerve. had yet to be tested; but the
fact remained that long generations
of frontierslnen ancestors had left this
Influence upon him. The wild was
calling to him, Weakening instincts
long smothered in cities. but sure and
true as ever. It was the beginning
OF regeneration. Voices Of the slong
past were speaking to him, and the
Failings once more had begun to run
true to form. Inherited tendencies
were in moment changing this weak
diseased youth into a frontiersmau
and wilderness inhabitant such g hli
ancestors had been before him.
They were slipping along over the
pine needles, their eyes intent on the
trail ahead. And then Lennox saw I
curious thing. He beheid Dan sud
denly stop in the trail and turn his
eyes toward heavy thicket that lay
perhaps one hundred yards to theil
right. For an instant he looked al
most like wild creature himself. HI!
head was lowered. as II he were liz
tenIng. His muscles were set ant
ready.
Lennox had prided himself that hi
had retained all the powers OF his NV,
!, senses. and that few men in the noun
taIns had keener ears than he. Ye
| It was truth that at first he only knew
fhe silence, and the stir and pulse D
his own blood. He assumed then tina
Dan was watching something tina
| from his position. twenty feet behind
he could not see. He tried to prob
1 the thickets with his eyes.
Then Dan whispered. Ever 50 sof
q sound. but yet distinct In the 81