No deer had a chance with this wonderful dog Killbuck.

When he was once slipped, there was no hope for the game pursued; no matter what the character of the country might be, it was certain death to the deer.

We gralloched the buck, and having fed the dogs with the offal, we carried him on a pole to the place where we had left the horses.

On arrival, we deposited our heavy burden; and to our satisfaction, we found all our people had arrived.

The tents were pitched, and the night-fires were already blazing, as daylight had nearly ceased.
In the course of an hour, we were comfortably seated at our table, with venison steaks, and chops smoking before us--thanks to the dogs, who were now soundly sleeping at our feet.