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time. That is," — he continued (for he had 

 learned about women from other women), "if 

 ever I molest this lot again." 



"Poor thing," she half sighed, "it was so — " 

 then she stopped. 



" I'll stuff it for you myself," he remarked, as 

 he picked up the gun and turned homeward. 

 Her eyes shone with pleasure. 



" What devilish queer things they are, anyhow," 

 muttered that same man to himself next morning 

 as he ploughed into the brush behind the white 

 dog's first point. 



Boo-00-om-m ! — Boo-oo-m ! — Bang ! 



" Hi ! this is where I get even — one of you fan- 

 tailed fools almost got me into trouble yesterday," 

 chuckled the man, and he grinned with a devilish 

 glee. 



Along a certain Wisconsin steep runs a pecul- 

 iar steplike formation — a smooth pathway one- 

 third of a mile long. Upon one side and for 

 many feet above rises a huge slope of forested 

 rock, which, upon the outer side of the path, falls 

 away into a dim ravine, so deep that only the 

 tallest of its tree-tops rise above the level of the 

 path. Viewed from the end, the effect is that of 

 a natural picture gallery hung with many gor- 

 geous " bits " (where the creepers and sumach 

 droop) from that master-hand of all. 



The ruffed grouse love such places, as they 



