How A Deer Saved The Fawn

Brute instinct lias tormed theme of many an nrticle, and woodertul Ln&tances have been glven of the exeretee o' almoet human Judgment by .-ifmals but the (ollowlog, Which oame ander our own obeervation, is just a .shade owr anythdng we ever read: Last Sunday C. Sweeters and the writrr wcr driving up ttoe Water Canyon, and as we turned a bond we iiaw a do? and a yorang fawn drinking trom the stono ditch. At our nppearance tüie animáis were startled, and in attempting to turn and run. the poof lirttle fawn lost its balance and Ml into the ditch. As many of our readers know, the water runs very switly and in great volume up therc, and, of ooursc, tlic fawn was carricd down Stream. TIn' mother deer secmiMl to loee all feur of us, and ran alona; the edge oí th ■ ditch trylng to readi ben ofteprlng with her head. Suddenly she ran ahead oí the floatIns fawn for some little dlstanoe. She plunsred Lnto the ditch wlth her head down stream and her hinderqnarters toward the fawn. She braced her fore feet firmly in the crevites of the rock to resist the rush of waters. In a second the fawn was washed up on its mother's back, and it instinctively claspod her neck with lts fore legs. The doe then spraus: from the ditch with the fawn on her back. Slie lay down and the baby deer roiled to the ground in an utterly exhausted comdition. Mr. Sweeters aiul ourself were not more than thirty feet from the actor.s in this animal tragedy, but the mother, seerninly unronscious of our presence, lkkd and fondled her offspring for a few inmutes until itirose to its feet. and the do,' and th.' fawn then troti up the jnountain side. If tliere ie anybody that doesn't believe Mr. Sweeters when he tells tliis StOCV. let them come to tis and