Frank in the Woods

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coffee, and salt. Early one morning they again set out, the trapper leading the way more slowly than at the former part of the journey, so a

into the hollow of his arm. "I camped here last winter; but I see the

that covered the floor, and erected a new crane over the fireplace, which was a hole about four feet in diameter and a foot and a half deep, that had been dug in the middle of the

d Harry, being left to themselves, shouldered their guns, and strolled slowly through the woods, and amused themselves in shooting rabbits, which were very abundant. In a short time they had secured game enough for dinner, and we

der?" said Frank, patting the animal's

or scented some wild animal. Perhaps it would be safer to go back a little way. I

If it is a panther, we are certainly a match

ts,' as Dick calls them, I should be so excited th

d Frank. "Don't yo

ry, like the yelping of a pack o

been so frightened; besides, it does not sound exactly like them, a

is what Brave he

his dog, which appeared to grow more excited as the

eems to be coming this way. Let's

eat deal of anxiety, for the animals to come in sight. Louder and louder grew

ack of wolves. Let's

t be in pursuit of something.

shed to retreat. Even Brave, although he was a very courageous dog, seemed struck with terror, and crept up behind his master, a

eir ears laid close back to their heads, and their mouths open, displaying frightful rows of teeth. Frank gazed at them a moment, and then turned his attention to the game. Could he believe his eyes! It was a white buck. He was running at the top of his speed; but his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, and his legs we

e exclaimed, "and save the d

urged Harry. "The wol

he air, and fell to the ground, dead. The others stopped and ravenously attacked their fallen comrade, and in a m

zing at the wolves as though he had suddenly been deprived of all action; "shoot 'em, and don't be standing there like

n to his shoulder and endeavored to cover one of the wolves with the sight. B

u shoot?" exc

not been thrown away. One of the wolves was severely wounded. Maddened by the pain,

s of a small pine that stood near, and, reaching down, seized Brave by his long hair and pulled him up after him. It was slow climbing among the thick branches, with a gun in one hand and a dog nearly as heavy as himself in the

nk. "Wait until I get Brave fixed,

strap, with which he tied his dog fast to the branc

are you?" shouted H

wered Frank. "Ar

d off one of my boots as I was climbing up this tree. You're

a scrape," answered Frank

ed to be regaining his courage. "But

wered Frank, pushing his gun through the branches

plan; I did not

d and fire until the last wolf was killed, when they dropped down from the trees, and took a survey of their work. Nine wolves were lying dead on the snow, which was saturated with blood, a

k. I would give almost any thing to catch him aliv

e, he would say it was no use. You know hunters ar

deer should be so widely different from one of the ordinary color. At all events, he determined to make an attempt to capture the white buck-which would make a valuable addition to his museum. So, leaving the wolves where they had fallen, he led the way along the

imed Frank, joyfully

escape, seemed to submit to his fate, and suffered himself to be led toward the cabin. He was one of the most noble specimens of the common deer that the boys had ever seen. He stood nearly five feet high at the shoulders, and his head was crowned with antlers, which Frank had learned, from experience, would prove no mean weapons in a fight. He was evidently an "old settler," and had se

h Frank wished to mount in his museum. They got back to the cabin just before dark, and found Dick leaning on his long rifle, and cl

med the trapper, as the boys c

day's work,"

scar on his flank? I made that. An' there's another on his neck. When I hit him there I thought I had him sure; for he war throwed in his tracks, an' when Useless come up to grab him, he war up an' off like a

; "a white deer isn't a bit differen

otter-skins from the ground; "and a good one it is, too. But five mile back the woods are full of ott

fire was soon started, and some choice pieces of venison, which had been brought in by him were

ht that w

n, and also related their adventure w

ays wanted one for your museum. We ca

!" repeated

e. "He's black as a coal-hasn't got a white h

more'n one race last winter. You found his trail down b

answere

ere in the woods

aid Arch

e him. You can't ketch him. He's an ole one in these parts

There was a fox that used to live on Reynard's Island, a short distance from Lawrence, and he had been chased by all the best dogs in the country; but the first time he got Sport on his trail, he was a gone sucker

nty of grub," said the trapper, "for

nk; and this announcement