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CHAPTER II. 



THE BOY-HUNTER. 



I MUST surely have been intended for a hunter, as the first 

 thing I can remember was an animal. 



I have often tried to trace as far back as possible into the 

 days of my childhood, the period when consciousness first 

 became linked with external things ; or, in other words, 

 my memory of life began. Curiously enough, I have never 

 been able to get farther back than to a time when I was kick- 

 ing and screaming in my nurse's arms, in extacied and uncon- 

 trollable eagerness to get my hands upon a beautiful little 

 white rabbit which had been sent home by my father in a 

 basket. 



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