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their noses have probed the snow for the hidden grass. by certain signs I next word underlined: know them to be close. I halt and try to pierce the gloom of the forest. presently straining my eyes I discry a moving figure some 200 yards. On I crawl on my knees, dragging myself to the cover of a fallen oak, when I cautiously raise my head and look over. Hurrah. There they are, a buck and two does sure enough quietly cropping the herbage, and turning up the snow as they move slowly past, now one of the does turns round and approaches where I am concealed. Confound her I wanted the buck. Suddenly she throws up her tail and give a bound. I am in an agony lest she is off, but no she means play and the other two are following her. The doe (a small one) passes the