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of precaution, for, with every breath I took, the wallet 

 would give a creak ; not much of a noise, to be sure, 

 but enough to catch the ear of the moose I was ex- 

 pecting to pass that way. When the night became so 

 dark that I could no longer see, I put the wallet in 

 the hip pocket of my trousers and returned to the 

 other building containing my bunk. Then I un- 

 dressed, crawled into my sleeping bag, and was soon 

 in the land of oblivion. About one o'clock I was 

 aroused by the whistling and stamping of a deer close 

 to the camp. During my nap the night had grown so 

 very cold that I reached for my trousers and sweater 

 and, putting them on, crawled again into my sleeping 

 bag and slept till sunrise. My sleep, however, had 

 been troubled by a dream in which my wallet played 

 a conspicuous part. Now I am not posted in the phi- 

 losophy of dreams, but those who profess to be as- 

 sert that these mysterious visions are sure foretellers 

 of coming events. In my case the dream was not out 

 of the way regarding the loss of my wallet, but it 

 slipped up a little on the manner of the loss. I cer- 

 tainly had no hole in my trousers' pocket, which the 

 dream said I had ; nor did the wallet keep me busy in 

 picking it up and replacing it a dozen times before I 

 discovered there was a hole. But these were trivial 

 errors. Suffice it to say the dream was vivid enough 

 to make me jump up, as soon as my eyes opened, and 

 thrust my hand into my trousers' pocket. There was 



