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propriations without evidence and artifacts. Robert, go
kill that deer in the brush about forty yards northeast of
the chimney. We may as well have deer meat if we're
living primitive."
"This isn't deer season," Robert Derby objected. "And
there isn't any deer there. Or, if there is, it's down in the
draw where you couldn't see it. And if there's 'one there,
it's probably a doe."
"No, Robert, it is a two-year-old buck and a very big'
one. Of course it's in the draw where I can't see it.
Forty yards northeast of the chimney would have to be
in the draw. If I could see it, the rest of you could see it
too. Now go kill it! Are you a man or a mus microtus?
Howard, cut poles and set up a tripod to string and dress
the deer on."
"You had better try the thing, Robert," Ethyl Burdock
said, "or we'll have no peace this evening."
Robert Derby took a carbine and went northeastward
of the chimney, descending into the draw at forty yards.
There was the high ping of the carbine shot. And after
some moments, Robert returned with a curious grin.
"You didn't miss him, Robert, you killed him," Mag-
dalen called loudly. "You got him with a good shot
through the throat and up into the brain when he tossed
his head high like they do. Why didn't you bring him?
Go back and get him!"
"Get him? I couldn't even lift the thing. Terrence and
Howard, come with me and we'll slash it to a pole and get
it here somehow."
"Oh Robert, you're out of your beautiful mind," Mag-
dalen abided. "It only weighs a hundred 'and ninety
pounds. Oh, I'll get it."
Magdalen Mobley went and got the big buck. She
brought it back, carrying it listlessly across her shoulders
and getting herself bloodied, stopping sometimes to ex-
amine rocks and kick them with her foot, coming on
easily with her load. It looked as if it might weigh two
hundred and fifty pounds; but if Magdalen said it weighed
a hundred and ninety, that is what it weighed.
Howard Steinleser had out poles 'and made a tripod.
He knew better 'than not to. They strung 'the buck up,
skinned it off, ripped up its belly, drew lit, and worked
it over in an almost professional manner.
"Cook it. Ethyl," Magdalen said.
Later, as they sat on the ground around the fire and
it had turned dark. Ethyl brought the buck's brains to
Magdalen, messy and not half cooked, believing that she
was playing an evil trick. And Magdalen ate them avidly.
They were her due. She had discovered the buck.
If you wonder how Magdalen knew what invisible
things were where, so did the other members of the party
always wonder.
"It bedevils me sometimes why I am the only one to
notice the analogy between historical geology and depth
psychology," Terrence Burdock mused .as they grew lightly
profound around the campfire. "The isostatic principle
applies to the mind and the under-mind as well as it
does to the surface and undersurface of the earth. The
mind has its erosions and weatherings going on along with
its deposits and accumulations. It also has its upthrusts
and its stresses. It floats on a similar magma. In extreme
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