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that if they once entered an object they could 

 not easily be pulled out, but would travel 

 until they came out at the other side. 



The porcupine lay flat down upon the 

 ground to protect his belly, where there were 

 not so many quills. 



" Now watch, Harry," cried Ben, and he 

 poked at the place where the tail should have 

 been, for Mr. Porcupine did not seem to have 

 any tail. 



Quick as a flash the tail shot out, and two 

 quills stuck in the end of the stick. " That is 

 what would have happened to the dogs," ex- 

 plained Ben. " For all he looks so harmless 

 this is one of the worst fellows in the woods 

 for a dog to tackle." 



We found a hollow log and poked Mr. Por- 

 cupine into it, and then partially plugged up 

 the end. " That will keep him snug until the 

 dogs forget about him," explained Ben ; " we 

 will let him out to-morrow." 



This swamp seemed fated so we took the 

 dogs away to a maple sugar bush, which was 

 a fine place for raccoons. 



