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his paws alternately at the herd, as if to show 

 them how broad and fine they were. 



Slowly the little herd neared the rock and tihen 

 the lynx drew back, as if to lure them on. 

 They were full of burning curiosity, but they 

 had seen one spring, at least, and measured 

 its power, and so kept at a respectful dis- 

 tance. Then one young caribou left the 

 others and went nosing along the edge of 

 the woods to find the trail of the queer thing, 

 or get to leeward of the rock, and so find 

 out by smell which is the only sure sense 

 that a caribou possesses what it was all 

 about. A wind seemed to stir a dried tuft 

 of grass on the summit of the great rock. 

 I put my glasses upon it instantly, then 

 caught my breath in suppressed excitement 

 as I made out the tufted ears of two or 

 three other lynxes crouching flat on their 

 high tower, out of sight of the foolish herd, 

 but watching every movement with fierce, 

 yellow 7 , unblinking eyes. 



The young caribou found the trail, put 

 his nose down into it, then started cau- 

 tiously back toward the rock to nose the 



