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THE ROE-BUCK.
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we are always sent out into the world to seek
our own fortunes ; and an easy time we had of
it in our forest, for it abounded in all the fruits
and herbs of which we are most fond. Acorns
and our other favourite meals had only to be
looked for to be found, and the freshest of
brooks rippled along on all sides. We lived in
a perfect paradise, until one fatal day. I was
grazing alone, hard by the spot where my
parents were sleeping, when I heard a crackling
and rustling among the twigs and dry leaves
just a few yards in front of me. I looked up,
and to my horror I saw a man with a gun
levelled straight at my head ! I knew what it
meant, for some time before one of my
best-loved companions had been shot by my side.
I did not know what to do. I dared not move,
I dared not stand still. The cruel sportsman
saw my dilemma, and, feeling sure of his
victim, seemed to delay his shot. Possibly he
had some thoughts of giving me a chance of
escape, though poor chance enough, indeed!
For one second he glanced along the barrel of
his gun, and I, as quick as thought, gave a
great bound forward, hoping to startle him into
a false shot; but alas ! of no avail. I actually
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