you how it is done.

There are many little parks in the mountains where the deer can feed,
although now most places are so deep in snow that they can't walk in
it. For that reason they have trails to water and to the different
feeding-grounds, and they can't get through the snow except along these
paths. You see how easy it would be for a man hidden on the trail to
get one of the beautiful creatures if some one coming from another
direction startled them so that they came along that particular path.

So they made their plans. Mrs. O'Shaughnessy elected herself driver.
Two miles away is a huge mountain called Phillipeco, and deer were
said to be plentiful up there. At one time there had been a sawmill on
the mountain, and there were a number of deserted cabins in which we
could make ourselves comfortable. So it was planned that we go up the
next morning, stay all night, have the hunt the following morning, and
then come home with our game.

Well, we were all astir early the next morning and soon grain, bedding,
and chuck-box were in the wagon. Then Mrs. Louderer, the _kinder_, and
myself piled in; Mrs. O'Shaughnessy bestrode Chief, Gavotte stalked on
ahead to pick our way, and we were off.

It was a long, tedious climb, and I wished over and over that I had
stayed at home; but it was altogether on Baby's account. I was so
afraid that he would suffer, but he kept warm as toast. The day was
beautiful, and the views many times repaid us for any hardship we had
suffered. It was three o'clock before we reached the old mill camp.
Soon we had a roaring fire, and Gavotte made the horses comfortable in
one of the cabins. They were bedded in soft, dry sawdust, and were
quite as well off as if they had been in their own stalls. Then some
rough planks were laid on blocks, and we had our first meal since
breakfast. We called it supper, and we had potatoes roasted in the
embers, Mrs. Louderer's _wurst_, which she had been calmly carrying
around on her arm like a hoop and which was delicious with the bread
that Gavotte toasted on long sticks; we had steaming coffee, and we
were all happy; even Baby clapped his hands and crowed at the unusual
sight of an open fire. After supper Gavotte took a little stroll and
returned with a couple of grouse for our breakfast. After dark we sat
around the fire eating peanuts and listening to Gavotte and Mrs.
Louderer telling stories of their different great forests. But soon
Gavotte took his big sl