I stopped him, not wishing to hear 

 more. Trusting to the wisdom of 

 another, inspired by a desire to fur- 

 ther science, I had tortured and 

 killed that motherless little creature! 

 No wonder the name of "fantail" 

 disappeared from the camp circle 

 and I never raised a gun again that 

 trip or for years and never but once 

 since at a living mark. 



Treacherous "fantail," illusive, un- 

 proven still, protected by Saint Hu- 

 bert, you may roam the hills in safety, 

 you may enshroud yourself in 

 mystery, while retribution works its 

 way with me. 



