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I could always tell him from his fel- 

 lows. He was larger than they, and his 

 face was quite gray, which I took to in- 

 dicate age, but wisdom and discretion I 

 do not think he ever possessed. 



Our acquaintance had continued off 

 and on for nearly a month, when it was 

 cut short in a most unexpected manner. 

 At least, it was unexpected to me, but I 

 suppose the unexpected and the tragical 

 is the natural way of living and dying in 

 the woods. 



My friend the Chatterbox was late in 

 coming to our trysting tree this day, but 

 at last I saw him, running at the top of 

 his speed. He was not racing along in 

 the top of the trees, as he frequently did, 

 but running on the ground, jumping 

 from point to point in a rapid, zigzag 

 flight. 



At first I did not discover what made 



