Guns and Snowshoes - Or, the Winter Outing of the Young Hunters by Ralph Bonehill
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"No. They'll run too far before they stop." The deer was of fair size, and looked as if it would make good eating. They inspected the game with much interest, turning it over and lifting it up. "Pretty heavy," announced Whopper. "We'll have all we want to do to carry it to camp." "Just what I was thinking. And say, just look how it is snowing!" The two young hunters gazed about them and were a good deal startled. It was growing dark and the leaden air seemed to be filled with snow. They had paid little attention to the wind, but now realized that it was rising steadily. "The best thing we can do is to make for camp," said Shep. "If we don't--" He did not finish. "You think we'll be snowbound?" "Doesn't it look like it?" "I must admit, it does." Alarmed more than they cared to mention, both boys prepared to return to the Inn without delay. They selected a slender sapling and cut it down with a hunting knife Shep carried. They trimmed off the limbs, thus making of it a pole. To this they slung the deer, tied fast by |
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