CHAPTER XIII 



DAWN JAKE AND THE CARCAJOU SUCCESSFUL TRAPPING TWILIGHT IN THE 

 FOREST A "PAINTER" BLACK FOXES A WOODLAND GLADE NOCTURNAL 

 SOUNDS THE " PAINTER " AND THE HARE DEATH OF THE COUGAB PLEAS- 

 URES OF A HUNTER'S LIFE THE LUMBER TRADE JAKE'S OPINION OF IT- 

 GENUINE PHILOSOPHY. 



THE gray light of morning was contending with the 

 pale moonbeams which still silvered with slanting rays 

 the verge of the forest on the eastern banks of the lake, 

 when old Jake raised his lanky form from the lair in 

 which he had spent the night, and looked around. On 

 the opposite or western shore the prosaic light of day 

 already rendered objects sufficiently distinct to indicate 

 their nature to an observer. 



The old trapper had no sooner cast his keen eyes in 

 this direction than he quietly took his rifle, and, with 

 every demonstration of caution, left his still sleeping 

 comrades, and crept stealthily to the cover of the woods. 

 Once within their friendly shelter, he glided noiselessly 

 and swiftly in the direction we have indicated; and 

 having at length reached a spot within rifle-shot of 

 whatever had aroused his attention, he approached the 

 edge of the woods, and looked eagerly along the shore 

 of the lake. 



