ogs, 'n' never seein' _him_, he sot so still.
When she got 'thin 'bout fifty feet I fired 'n' dropped her--'n' then
hell popped th' other side o' th' stump! Guess he thought he was jumped
by Injuns. Slung his gun one way 'n' split th' bush runnin' th' other,
leapin' deadfalls 'n' crashin' through tangles so fast I had t' run him
'bout fifty acres t' get t' cotch 'n' stop him.

"That feller was with us jest about ten days longer, but he never got
time t' tell us jest what he thought was follerin' him or what was goin'
t' happen if he got cotched. Likely 's not he'd been runnin' yet if I
hadn't collared him.

"O' course they was glad at last t' get some venison--leastways youse'd
think so t' see them stuffin' theirselves with it--but they never let up
a minute round camp roastin' brother 'n' me for not runnin' them a buck;
swore that we hadn't run 'em any was proved by my gettin' nothin' but th'
doe.

"Finally, they up 'n' wants a still-hunt! Them still-hunt, that we could
scarce get along the broadest runway 'thout makin' noises a deer'd hear
half a mile! Still-hunt! Still-hunt, after we'd been runnin' the hounds
for a week and they'd shot off 'bout a thousand rounds o' ca'tridges
round camp 'n' comin' back from doggin', till there wa'n't a deer within
eight miles o' th' lake that wa'n't upon his hind legs listenin' where
th' next bunch o' trouble was comin' from. But still-hunt it was for
our'n, 'n' at it we went for th' next two days. Don't believe we'd even
'a started, though, if we hadn't known two days at th' most 'd cure them
o' still-huntin'. Gettin' out 'fore sun-up, with every log in th'
_brules_ frosted slippery 's ice 'n' every bunch o' brush a pitfall,
climbin' 'n' slidin' jumpin' 'n' balancin,' any 'n' every kind o' leg
motion 'cept plain honest walkin,' was several sizes too big a order for
them. So th' second mornin' out settled their still-huntin'.

"Then they wanted brother 'n' me t' still-hunt--while they laid round
camp, I guess, 'n' boozed, th' way they smelled 'n' talked nights when we
got in.

"'N' still-hunt we did, plumb faithful, 'n' hard 's ever in our lives
when we was in bad need o' th' meat, for several days; 'n' would youse
believe it? We never got a single shot. Sometimes we saw a white flag
for a second hangin' on top o' a bunch o' berry bushes--that was all;
most o' th' deer scared out o' th' country, 'n' th' rest wilder 'n' Erne
gets when another feller dances with his b