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a remnant of that savage instinct which 

 prompted primitive man to hunt his prey 

 before waiting until he was hungry ? 

 Even the philosophic Thoreau in the 

 Walden woods sometimes felt that he 

 could fall upon the woodchuck and de- 

 vour its raw, warm flesh ; yet he was any- 

 thing but a hunter. 



One midnight expedition, though 

 not abounding in startling incident or 

 thrilling adventure, in the chase of Salmo 

 farioy I can well remember. 



It was at least eight miles to the moun- 

 tain lake that I had decided to fish, and 

 a great part of the way was hard climb- 

 ing. And although the path was toler- 

 ably familiar by day, to attempt it at 

 night was altogether another matter. 

 So, after much difficulty, I persuaded a 

 native of the village to accompany me 

 as guide. All Welshmen of a certain 

 class are superstitious, and my "gillie" 

 was no exception. He had " heard tell " 



