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the latter having bagged a fine timber wolf, the skin 

 of which already adorned a pole outside the tents, 

 and which Ralph had skinned and brought into 

 camp himself, a job not altogether pleasing to his 

 rather fastidious taste. 



Once more over the gleaming pine-logs Agnes and 

 I stalked again the mighty bulls, bitterly bewailing 

 the losing of the giant moose. In the world of sport 

 it is ever so. Still we shall continue to lose those 

 record heads, and countless are the forty pounders 

 which we cannot land. It is the great uncertainty 

 which lends the nameless charm to a wandering 

 sportsman's life. 



