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Hunting Big Game 



ing too confidently from a big brier pipe, but 

 the nimrod fed the fishes. As the afternoon 

 wore on, the doleful cry of the loon came to 

 us — " who, who, huu, hee, who, huu, hee" — as 

 we paddled at some distance from him. We 

 gave chase, but after continually diving he 



Doleful Cry oi the Loon. 



was speedily lost from sight. Some distance 

 further, we heard the " wah, wa-awa " of the 

 fish-hawk; and there he was, perched on his 

 nest, which was built on the very top of an old 

 rotten tree about one hundred feet high. We 

 called the attention of Tenderfoot to the 



