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the excitement attendant upon each load as it moves to the land- 

 ing, ten times the number of tobacco quids are required than 

 would abundantly suffice him on his return. 



Then look at the relaxation and comfort of the return. The 

 jingling chains, as they trail along on the hard-beaten way, dis- 

 course a constant chorus. With his goad-stick under his arm 

 or as a staff, he leisurely walks along, musing as he goes, emit- 

 ting from his mouth the curling smoke of his unfailing pipe, like 

 a walking chimney or a locomotive ; anon whistling, humming, 

 or pouring forth with full-toned voice some favorite air or merry- 

 making ditty. He varies the whole exercise by constant address- 

 es to the oxen, individually and collectively : " Haw, Bright !" 

 " Ge, Duke !" " Whoap ! whoap !" " What ye 'bout there, you 

 lazy — " "If I come there, I'll tan your old hides for you !" 

 " Pchip, pschip, go along there !" Knowing him not half in 

 earnest, unless it happens to be a sharp day, the oxen keep on 

 the even tenor of their way, enjoying the only apparent comfort 

 an ox can enjoy while away from his crib — chewing the cud. 



Recently, however, the wolves have volunteered their services, 

 by accompanying the teams, in some places, on their way to and 

 from the landing, contributing infinitely more to the fears than 

 conscious security of the teamsters. 



Three teams, in the winter of 1844, all in the same neighbor- 

 hood, were beset with these ravenous animals. They were of 

 unusually Large size, manifesting a most singular boldness, and 

 even familiarity, without the usual appearance ichar- 



ristic of tli<" animal. 



Sometimes one, and in another instance three, in a most un- 

 welcome maimer, volunteered their attendance, accompanying 



teamster a Long distance on liis way. They would . 

 jump on the Log ami ride, ami approach very near the i 

 One of them actually jumped upon the sled, and down 

 the bars, while the Bled was m motion- 



