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path. Here it was a ruffed grouse that one 

 had jumped for and missed, as the startled 

 fatten Vpweek/s bird whirred away into the g i oom . There 



one had climbed a tree and shaken some- 

 thing off into the snow, where the others 

 licked up every morsel so clean that I could 

 not tell what the unfortunate creature was; 

 but a curious bit of savage daring was mani- 

 fest, for the lynx that had gone up the tree 

 after the game had hurled himself down like 

 a catapult, leaving a huge hole in the snow, 

 so as to be in at the death before his savage 

 fellows, which had come flying in with 

 great bounds, should have eaten every- 

 thing and left not even a smell for his 

 own share. And there, at last, at the 

 very end of the line, another hare had 

 been started and, running in a short 

 circle, as hares often do, had been 

 met and seized by the fourth lynx 

 as the long line swung in swiftly to 

 head him off. 



Years later, and miles away on the Re- 

 nous barrens, I saw another and more won- 

 ' , : derful bit of the same keen hunting. From 



