Two rifle-“cracks” broke the stillness of the wilderness, that stretched in one almost unbroken line from the Alleghany and Blue Ridge peaks to the Ohio river. The reports re-echoed over the broad expanse of the Kanawha and Ohio rivers, for the shots were fired near the junction of the two streams--fired so nearly at the same time that the two seemed almost like one report. Then, before the smoke of the rifles had curled lazily upward in spiral rings on the air, came a crash in the tangled underbrush, and forth into a little open glade--the work of Nature’s master hand--dashed a noble buck. The red stream bursting from a wound just behind the shoulder and staining crimson the glossy brown c…
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