midday
I had left my musket behind , for this heavy travel made me crave to go light , and I had no use for it . But that day it seemed we were to go hunting . He carried an old gun , and slew with it a deer in a marshy hollow -- a pretty shot , for the animal was ill-placed . We broiled a steak for our midday meal , and presently clambered up a high woody ridge which looked down on a stream and a piece of green meadow . Suddenly he stopped . `` A buck , '' he whispered . `` See what you can do , you that were so ready with your pistol . ''