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lake, but with no better success. For the third 

 time, he made his plunge, and, ascending from 

 the water, in his talons he clutched a fish ; then 

 with greedy haste he flew away to a distant 

 tree-stump to devour his prey. 



On the eastern shore of the lake, the moun- 

 tain sloped almost to the water's edge, and 

 there had been a large snow-slide. Twisted 

 and broken trees were scattered in every di- 

 rection, having been torn from their roots by 

 the descending mass of snow from the moun- 

 tain-side. Towards this clearing we kept our 

 eyes closely, examining every nook and crook 

 with field-glasses, in our search for our quarry, 

 the object of the present hunt — Bruin, The 

 young grass and shrubs were beginning to 

 sprout up in the slide, and Bruin is due to make 

 his first appearance after his long winter nap 

 in search of the young and tender shoots, of 

 which he is so fond. A student of nature may 

 see many very interesting things, while on a 

 trip of this kind. 



Our attention was next called to a flock of 

 small sandpipers, with their dingy brown 

 bodies, running on a sand-bar gathering tiny 



