There Was A Crush In The Underwood, And The Next
Moment A Fine Buck Broke Cover And Went Away Along The Hillside.
Merriman And Tiptoe Were The Two Leading Dogs, And They Were Not Fifty
Yards Behind Him.
Old smut came tearing along after them, and I gave
Bran a holloa and slipped him immediately.
It was a beautiful sight to
see Bran fly along the patina: across the swampy bottom, taking the
broad stream in one bound, and skimming up the hill, he was on the
buck's path in a few minutes, pulling up to him at every stride. He
passed the few dogs that were in chase like lightning, and in a few more
bounds he was at the buck's side. With a dexterous blow, however, the
buck struck him with his fore foot, and sent him rolling down the hill
with a frightful gash in his side. The buck immediately descended the
hillside, and came to bay in a deep pool in the river. Regardless of his
wound, old Bran followed him; Smut and the other dogs joined, and there
was a fine bay, the buck fighting like a hero. The dogs could not touch
him, as he was particularly active with his antlers.
I jumped into the water and gave them a cheer, on which the buck
answered immediately by charging at me. I met him with the point of my
hunting-knife in the nose, which stopped him, and in the same moment old
Smut was hanging on his ear, having pinned him the instant that I had
occupied his attention.
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