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cayed, some blown down by the wind, and some 

 cut down recently by the little beaver. When 

 we reached the log cabin, the door was open 

 and the only occupant was a large porcupine 

 which had taken possession. My guide told 

 me the following story: 



" This was old trapper Goodfellow's shack; 

 he spent five or six years here hunting and 

 trapping, — always coming in the fall and go- 

 ing out the following spring with his catch. 

 One winter the old trapper took sick, managed 

 to reach the shack of another trapper a few 

 miles above here; but its occupant was out 

 looking his line of traps and was gone for sev- 

 eral days. When he returned he found the old 

 man dead in his shack, and without any cere- 

 mony buried him at the foot of a large fir 

 tree." 



I was anxious to see the old trapper's lonely 

 grave, so we hunted in that direction. When 

 we arrived close to the place, we discovered 

 that a snow-slide had come down the mountain 

 with terrific force, bringing down with it 

 everything in its course ; huge trees, rocks, and 

 tons of snow lying in a ruined heap at the 



