led cry at the same time. The deer,
instead of trying to get away, seemed bound to come over the log to
where I was, so I held to the deer's horns, not daring to let loose.

I could keep him from raising over the log and after he tried several
times to jump the log, he then tried to break loose from me, but I
had the advantage of the deer owing to the log being so high that the
deer could not pull me over, neither could the deer get in shape to
strike me with his feet under the log. I think that I was so badly
frightened at the sudden meeting with the deer, that I did not know
what to do so I hung tight to the buck's horns and called as loud as
I could for help, thinking that some one might possibly be passing
along the road, which was not so far away, hear my call and come to
my assistance, but no one came. A man by the name of Nelson lived
about a fourth of a mile away, who had a large bulldog. The dog's
name was Turk. This dog would follow me at every chance that he could
get. As no assistance came, I had about made up my mind to release my
hold on the deer as my strength was fast leaving me, when I thought
to call for Turk. I began calling as loud as I could and it seemed
that the dog had heard my calling before I began, for almost before I
was aware of his presence the dog sprang over the log and seized the
deer by the hind leg, but the dog had barely grabbed the deer when
the deer kicked him away from the path into the laurel.

In an instant the dog, with an angry yelp, jumped and seized the deer
by the throat and in a moment the deer ceased to struggle and began
to settle to the ground. As soon as I dared to release my hold on the
deer's horns I got my pocket knife out and sprang over the log and
ran the knife blade into the deer's throat. The deer did not seem to
notice the knife. I think that the dog had choked the life out of
him. The battle was over and it was only a few minutes but it was the
hardest battle that I ever had and the dog came to my assistance none
too soon for I could not have held on much longer.

This did not end the fight, for I had hardly begun to dress the deer
before two dogs that were in pursuit of the deer came up. I was
compelled to use sticks, stones and clubs to break up a fight between
the bulldog and the hounds, though I finally got the row broke up and
drove the hounds off in order to keep peace.

Boys, I am not sure whether the incident just related would be called
a hit or a