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Title: The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Révoil, Bénédict Henry, 1816-1882 Adams, W. H. Davenport (William Henry Davenport), 1828-1891
Subjects: Hunting Game and game-birds
Publisher: London, New York : T. Nelson and Sons
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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he beast, and transported it to the boat. ^^ It is my turn now, said my host; may I have asgood luck as you have had ! His wish was speedily realized. The moon thoughtfit to veil her serene face in presence of the slaughterwhich had been committed before her. The most com-plete obscurity again prevailed around us, and we advancedstealthily beneath the tufted branches of the green foresttrees. ^ Look yonder ! my comrade suddenly murmured inmy ear. Let me fire if there is only a single beast; butif there are two, or a herd, we will aim together—you onthe right, I on the left. I made a sign of assent, and we continued to glidethrough the wood. Mr. Eustace was right. The deer were seven in num-ber, and all of them, male and female, old and young,with ears erect, eyes shining, and attention on the alert,advanced towards us, curious to know the meaning of thelight at such an unusual hour. My host halted; I did the same; and we shoulderedour carbines simultaneously. THE CHASE AT NIGHT. 217
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TAKE GOOD AIM, AND FIRE STRAIGHT.* On my right I saw an enormous hitcTc, walking side by-side with a female deer—his mate, no doubt—and movingforward to his destruction without knowing it. Accord- 218 THE hunters trophy. ing to our agreement, Mr. Eustace aimed at the female;and when, on a signal from him, I perceived that he wasgoing to fire, I pressed the trigger, and bang ! The tworeports were blended into one. Mr. Eustace had killed his animal; but I—how, Iknow not—had only shattered the shoulder of my stag,who took to flight with the rest of the troop, and disap-peared in the depths of the forest. I felt certain that I had severely wounded my stag, butit was impossible to pursue him. Pat undertook to doso on the morrow, and we prepared to return to ourhomes. It was half-past eleven when, in front of PatrickODonoghues tavern, we embarked our booty, whoseweight was such that our boat rose scarcely a handsbreadth out of the water. We only just escaped swamp-ing. The moon reap

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