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I listened attentively while Ben talked, but 

 did not imagine that we would so soon have a 

 demonstration of the wisdom of my guide's 

 remarks. 



On hurrying to the spot where the dogs had 

 brought to bay our supposed raccoon we dis- 

 covered that it was not in a very high tree, and 

 our hopes rose high as we thought we would 

 be sure of this coon. 



Ben began circling about trying to locate 

 the raccoon, at the same time throwing sticks 

 and stones into the top of the tree. 



Suddenly there was a sharp rustle in the 

 branches, and then old Ben's voice rang 

 out in a sharp command, " Jump, Harry, 

 jump." 



I had just been pondering his remarks 

 about quick obedience in the woods, so with- 

 out waiting to ask why, I sprang ahead, turn- 

 ing to look over my shoulder as I jumped. 



What I saw in mid-air above me made me 

 follow up my first spring with two more, 

 much longer and more hurried, for there just 

 above my head was a large, dark object, with 



