But what are those two luminous spots?  Need the reader be told what they were?  In a moment the head of a real deer became outlined; then his neck and foreshoulders; then his whole body.  There he stood, up to his knees in the water, gazing fixedly at us, apparently arrested in the movement of putting his head down for a lily-pad, and evidently thinking it was some new-fangled moon sporting about there.  “Let him have it,” said my prompter,—­and the crash came.  There was a scuffle in the water, and a plunge in the woods.  “He’s gone,” said I.  “Wait a moment,” said the guide,” and I will show you.”  Rapidly running the canoe ashore, we sprang out, and, holding the jack aloft, explored the vicinity by its light.  There, over the logs and brush, I caught the glimmer of those luminous spots again.  But, poor thing! there was little need of the second shot, which was the unkindest of all, for the deer had already fallen to the ground, and was fast expiring.  The success was but a very indifferent one, after all, as the victim turned out to be only an old doe, upon whom maternal cares had evidently worn heavily during the summer.

This mode of taking deer is very novel and strange.  The animal is evidently fascinated or bewildered.  It does not appear to be frightened, but as if overwhelmed with amazement, or under the influence of some spell.  It is not sufficiently master of the situation to be sensible of fear, or to think of escape by flight; and the experiment, to be successful, must be tried quickly, before the first feeling of bewilderment passes.

Witnessing the spectacle from the shore, I can conceive of nothing more sudden or astounding.  You see no movement and hear no noise, but the light grows upon you, and stares and stares like a huge eye from infernal regions.

According to the guide, when a deer has been played upon in this manner and escaped, he is not to be fooled again a second time.  Mounting the shore, he gives a long signal snort, which alarms every animal within hearing, and dashes away.

The sequel to the deer-shooting was a little sharp practice with a revolver upon a rabbit, or properly a hare, which was so taken with the spectacle of the camp-fire, and the sleeping figures lying about, that it ventured quite up in our midst; but while testing the quality of some condensed milk that sat uncovered at the foot of a large tree, poor Lepus had his spine injured by a bullet.

Those who lodge with Nature find early rising quite in order.  It is our voluptuous beds, and isolation from the earth and the air, that prevents us from emulating the birds and the beasts in this respect.  With the citizen in his chamber, it is not morning, but breakfast-time.  The camper-out, however, feels morning in the air, he smells it, hears it, and springs up with the general awakening.  None were tardy at the row of white chips arranged on the trunk of a prostrate tree, when breakfast was halloed; for we were all anxious to try the venison.  Few of us, however, took a second piece.  It was black and strong.