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could occasionally notice where his belly 

 brushed the snow. 



A hole in the snow, with a lot of 

 scraggly tracks about it, showed you 

 where a partridge spent the night. Or 

 there might be a fox track leading to 

 the partridge's hiding-place ; then there 

 were usually feathers and blood upon the 

 snow. 



I saw a track one winter that puzzled 

 me for a long time, but an old hunter 

 finally told me what made it. The track 

 was merely a succession of long trough- 

 shaped holes scooped out in the snow, 

 two or three feet apart. The old woods- 

 man's eyes were sharper than mine, and 

 he showed me where long fine hairs 

 upon the creature's belly had brushed the 

 snow between each track hole, and here 

 and there a footprint where the hind 

 paws had spurned the snow. 



