Mr. Brisk started for the brook, treading carefully, so as not to make a noise. No sooner was he gone than Uncle Ralph seized me by the collar, and said, "Now, you young scapegrace, come along with me, and help me save the life of that deer."
The old gentleman was in earnest. He could not bear to see life destroyed, whether of bird or beast. He lived on vegetables and fruits, and believed that the lower animals have souls. We took a by-path to the brook, and there found the deer quietly grazing.
Just as Mr. Brisk was preparing to fire, Uncle Ralph threw a stone at the deer, and sent him off on a fast gallop through the woods.
"Hallo! What did you do that for?" asked Mr. Brisk.
"I did it so that you should not have a venison dinner," said Uncle Ralph, laughing.
Mr. Brisk was pretty mad at first; but at last he joined in the laugh, and we all had a good feast on strawberries instead of Venison.

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