THE POCKET HUNTER 



/Pocket Hunter. He wanted nothing of 

 ) you and maintained a cheerful preference 

 for his own way of Hfe. It was an excellent 

 way if you had the constitution for it. The 

 Pocket Hunter had gotten to that point 

 where he knew no bad weather, and all 

 places were equally happy so long as they 

 [were out of doors, I do not know just 

 how long it takes to become saturated with 

 ithe elements so that one takes no account 

 iof them. Myself can never get past the 

 glow and exhilaration of a storm, the wrestle 

 of long dust-heavy winds, the play of live 

 thunder on the rocks, nor past the keen 

 fret of fatigue when the storm outlasts 

 /^physical endurance. But prospectors and 

 4- / Indians get a kind of a weather shell that 

 / remains on the body until death. 



The Pocket Hunter had seen destruction 

 by the violence of nature and the violence 

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