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himself by killing a deer. Having prepared himself with a squirrel-rifle of small calibre before leaving home, he had unbounded confidence in his ability to shoot anything at a reasonable distance. The morning after the Indian's hunt, as the first purple streaks began to show above the timber that grows upon the eastern wall of the Pictured Rocks, he stole forth and climbed into the blind which the Indian had constructed within convenient shooting-distance of the lick. This was the Professor's first experience of the kind, and he did not have long to wait and shiver in the cool air of the morning ere a doe and her playful fawn emerged from a thicket and approached the lick. But the Professor had made up his mind to shoot at nothing save a buck, and a big

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buck at that; and so he stood stiffly erect on the platform in the trees, holding his gun in position to shoot when the right deer came. But why does his heart beat so loud? "Surely," he thinks to himself, "that deer will hear my heart beating and take fright and run. But no!—why, another deer is approaching!" and he stiffens himself into such an upright attitude, in his endeavor to keep perfectly still, that he feels sure if he were to lose his balance ever so little he would fall headlong and break to pieces. This deer is a buck,—a big buck,—the very one the Professor came out to see. As the animal steps out from the thicket, he lifts his antlered head proudly and takes in the surroundings with one long look. The Professor thinks the buck is looking right at him; and never has he felt himself to be so conspicuous an object as at this moment. And then his heart! How like a great hammer it pounds away within him! Oh, if he could only muffle the noise of it! But the buck does not hear the Professor's heart beat, or, if he does, he probably thinks it is his own. Nor does he look up into the trees, for it has never occurred to him that a Greek Professor, armed with a squirrel-gun, would climb