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to say it is never too old to learn. His ignorance, 

 considering his years, far better suited him than all 

 the knowledge crowded in a dictionary. 



I was not done with the old man, and he told 

 me another story : " There used to stand an old 

 oak on the hilltop with a crotch in it quite low 

 down. Well, a deer was chased by two wolves 

 out of the backwoods, and running this way made 

 a leap for the meadows right through this crotched 

 oak and got fast. The wolves' howling waked the 

 folks up, and 'fore the deer was mangled the 

 wolves got a load of buckshot and grandfather got 

 the venison. They stuck a brick in the tree to 

 mark the place, and less than twenty years ago I 

 saw it in the stump where it lay at the foot of the 

 hill." 



I, too, have often seen the huge stump and the 

 brick, and when I supposed every old resident 

 was gone, here comes one to bring back the past 

 and to tell me tales that even my own grandfather 

 had forgotten to relate. 



It seems strange, now that the world about here 

 has grown so very artificial and tame, that such 

 things as bears, deer, and wolves were ever about, 

 and almost within the memory of a man still liv- 

 ing; but with no records or tradition, the truth 

 could have been reached in a rather curious way. 

 The Indians were familiar with all these wild ani- 

 mals, and left their bones in the ashes of their 

 long-abandoned camp-fires and in holes that they 

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