I had not been reloaded ten minutes, and was walking quietly through the forest, when I saw a fine antlered buck standing within thirty yards of me in a small patch of underwood.

His head was turned towards me, and his nostrils were distended in alarm as he prepared to bound off.

I had just time to cock my rifle as he dashed off at full speed; but it was a murderous distance, and he fell dead.

His antlers matched exactly with those I had last shot.
I turned towards the direction of the tent, and, descending to the bed of the river, I followed the course of the stream upon the margin of dry sand.

I had proceeded about half a mile, when I noticed at about 150 paces some object moving about the trunk of a large fallen tree which lay across the bed of the river.