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Paddling Under Palmettos. 111 deer were out of sight. A single shot from the woods announced that he had at least managed to accomplish this, and with what success I could hardly say. lI paddled over to the other side and sprang ashore. My game lay there safe and sound, and, hearing the captain calling, I went up the runway. To my surprise I found him bending over a dead deer, which already had its throat cut, a duty I had not neglected to perform ere leaving my game. The captain’s bullet had struck just back of the fore- leg as the deer was rounding a bend in the trail that in another second would have concealed him from view. “‘Tow’s this?’ I said, pointing to a hole in his body besides. ‘I didn’t hear you fire twice.’ ‘“*T only shot once,’ he replied. ““Then this was the fellow I struck on the full jump. “There could be no doubt of it, and the singular thing was that the captain had picked out the same animal. Probably the wound had caused it to fall behind its fellows and enabled him to get in his fire.” “It was a peculiar hunt. How came it the cap- Gomicbooks (E(0)