"They usually remain in their lairs among the alders on the
edges of ponds and streams. But I think I see something."
I strained my eyes in the same direction. Far away, against the sky-line,
I thought I discerned little dark dots which appeared to be moving, and
the doctor handed me the glasses.
"You are far-sighted," he said. "I see that your eyes have caught them.
Now take a nearer look at them."
"Oh! I can see them ever so plainly now," I exclaimed.
"They are two does with their fawns, I think," he said.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken," I told him. "One of them has antlers, but
not very large ones."
"Very true," he replied, "but the caribou does, alone in the whole deer
family, frequently have them. They are never as large as with the stags."
"I can see them feeding along quietly, with their noses on the ground,
and sometimes they look up, and now one of them is scratching her ear
with her hind foot. It is the prettiest thing I ever saw. Now they are
going on again, slowly. You are not going to try and kill them, are you?"
"A starving man may shoot anything for food," he answered, "but we must
look for something we would not be ashamed to kill."
So they lifted up their packs again, and we resumed our journey, until
hunger compelled us to stop near one of the little wooded islands growing
out of the silvery barren. Near at hand a tiny rivulet was tinkling, from
which the kettle was filled.
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