Its graceful head, with its soft brown eyes, was lifted high, and it looked wonderingly at the people, as if not knowing the meaning, and too innocent to feel fear.

Ben drew up his rifle, for it was a tempting chance for a delicious breakfast.

But almost instantly he lowered the weapon again.
The fawn was so trusting, so unsuspicious, that a feeling of pity came to the young hunter.

The animal suggested his own little sister, for it was wandering through the unfriendly woods, with none to protect it from cruel enemies.
"Go," whispered Ben; "I haven't the heart to harm you; I will starve first." "Remember the result of the shot yesterday," said his mother warningly.
"We are in too much peril to increase it." The lad advanced along the path, and every one of the company smiled at the fawn, when it stood motionless, staring until they were almost to it.

Then the timid creature turned nimbly and trotted over the trail, its head so high that, as it turned it from side to side, it saw every thing done by the strange beings following.
Had the situation been less serious, Ben would have had some sport with the lovely creature, but he dared not give it much attention.