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 The brave, pretty creature was quite exhausted now. In a moment more, with a rush of water, the boat was on her, and the man at the oars had leaned over and caught her by the tail.

&ldquo;Knock her on the head with that paddle!&rdquo; he shouted to the gentleman in the stern.

The gentleman was a gentleman, with a kind, smooth-shaven face, and might have been a minister of some sort of everlasting gospel. He took the paddle in bis hand. Just then the doe turned her head, and looked at him with her great, appealing eyes. &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t do it! my soul, I can&rsquo;t do it!&rdquo; and he dropped the paddle. &ldquo;Oh, let her go!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Let thunder go!&rdquo; was the only response of the guide as he slung the deer round, whipped out his hunting-knife, and made a pass that severed her jugular.

And the gentleman ate that night of the venison.

The buck returned about the middle of the afternoon. The fawn was bleating piteously, hungry and lonesome. The buck was surprised. He looked about in the forest. He took a circuit and came back. His doe was nowhere to be seen. He looked down at the fawn in a helpless sort of way. The fawn appealed for his supper. The buck had nothing whatever to give his child,&mdash;nothing but his sympathy. If he said anything, this is what he said: &ldquo;I &rsquo;m the head of this family; but, really, this is a novel case. I &rsquo;ve nothing whatever for you. I don&rsquo;t know what to do. I &rsquo;ve the feelings of a father; but you can&rsquo;t live on them. Let us travel.&rdquo;

The buck walked away: the little one toddled after him. They disappeared in the forest.