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Pean sprang after them, and in a few minutes I heard the dull, muffled report of his musket.

The deer had fallen after going but a few yards, but was not quite dead when Pean came up and shot it through the head.

Pean cut only a handful of boughs, spread them near the fire, threw his coat over them, and lay down.

Old Pean complained of feeling unwell during the evening, and in the morning when we got up said he was sick.