~The deer were just out of range now, but inclined to take a
curious interest in the hunter. Once when he stood still for a
long time, they walked forward two or three steps; but whenever
he advanced, they trotted farther away.
To kill a deer with an arrow is quite a feat of woodcraft, and
Rolf was keen to show his prowess; so he kept on with varying
devices, and was continually within sight of the success that did
not actually arrive.
Then the deer grew wilder and loped away, as he entered another
valley that was alive with pigeons.
He was feeling hungry now, so he plucked the pigeon he had
secured, made a fire with the flint and steel he always carried,
then roasted the bird carefully on a stick. and having eaten it,
felt ready for more travel.
The day was cloudy, so he could not see the sun; but he knew it
was late, and he made for camp.
The country he found himself in was entirely strange to him, and
the sun's whereabouts doubtful; but he knew the general line of
travel and strode along rapidly toward the place where he had
left the canoe.
After two hours' tramping, he was surprised at not seeing the
lake through the trees, and he added to his pace.
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