I could not look out into the forest where an aisle or lane or glade stretched to any distance, without seeing a big gray deer cross it.

Jones said the herds had recently come up from the breaks, where they had wintered.

These deer were twice the size of the Eastern species, and as fat as well-fed cattle.

They were almost as tame, too.
A big herd ran out of one glade, leaving behind several curious does, which watched us intently for a moment, then bounded off with the stiff, springy bounce that so amused me.
Sounder crossed fresh trails one after another; Jude, Tige and Ranger followed him, but hesitated often, barked and whined; Don started off once, to come sneaking back at Jones's stern call.

But surly old Moze either would not or could not obey, and away he dashed.