At other times the Redskins go huntin' in 'ticlur places, and sweeps them clean o' every hoof that don't git away.

Sometimes, too, the animals seems to take a scunner at a place, and keeps out o' the way.

But one way or another men gin' rally manage to scramble through." "Look yonder, Joe," exclaimed Dick, pointing to the summit of a distant ridge, where a small black object was seen moving against the sky, "that's a deer, ain't it ?" Joe shaded his eyes with his hand, and gazed earnestly at the object in question.

"Ye're right, boy; and by good luck we've got the wind of him.

Cut in an' take your chance now.