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living stove; for the fuel, stored as fat, is slowly 
burned up in the lungs, giving out heat just as 
coal would in a fire-grate. _Thus the rock- 
whistler heeds not the chilly blasts that sweep 
through gorge and glen, and so sleeps on safe 
from harm, until Sol comes to set him free. | 
The Redskin is the whistler’s most implacable 
enemy; he never tires of hunting and trapping the 
little animal, delighting to use his jacket in the 
fabrication of rugs. The hair being thick, the 
marmot-robe keeps out both wet and coid, and 
stands an immense amount of wear and rough 
usage. Much as the savage likes the coat of his 
captive, he likes his carcase even better. When 
skinned a long peeled stick is thrust through the 
body, from tail to head; then placed slantwise, 
one end being fast in the ground, the treasured 
morsel is slowly roasted over a gentle fire. 
I can bear testimony to the delicacy of, roasted 
marmot; it beats Ostend rabbit hollow; all 
honour to the redskin’s taste! A dinner off a 
roasted rock-whistler, washed down with a pull 
at the crystal stream, is a repast not to be 
despised. 
It would prove of little interest to the reader 
to go again over the ground we have, I trust, 
travelled pleasantly together. The Boundary line 
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