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"Oh, Bill's a head-hunter for 

 Beans' taxidermist shop." 



In my relief that the Tevi had not, 

 in or out of season, decoyed and 

 butchered that great beautiful live 

 thing, I called out mischievously, 

 knowing it would be no easy task 

 to pull that hundreds of pounds out 

 of the water. 



" You will find him stuck fast in 

 the mud, and it serves you right for 

 murdering him that way out of 



season." 



I think, but am not sure that this 

 feminine thrust was responded to 

 by a masculine swear, but our canoes 

 were rapidly separating. 



Bobbie never has recovered from 

 the shock of our asking him to 

 believe that "pipe-dream" of the 

 moose that charged the jack-light. 

 Sally, more open minded, or more 

 politic, gave a good imitation of 

 belief. As Creche had to be sent 

 back to Te-vis-ca-bing for another 

 tent, luckily there, we must still 

 delay a day or two in that region, 

 and, eager to prove our case, we 

 conducted the Tevi to the scene of 

 the tragedy. 



