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trout for dinner. But we found here the same difficulty 

 that we did in coming down the Eaquette. 



The heavv rains had so swollen and discolored the 

 streams that in places where ordinarily, in a few minutes, 

 one could catch all the trout he could carry, we were 

 unable 'to take one. This, together with our ill-luck 

 after the deer, had now reduced us to low rations. This 

 state of affairs required some attention, for to live on 

 pork in such a region of game as this, was disreputable, 

 at least. I knew there were trout in abundance, but I 

 could not raise one, either at the foot of the Falls or in 

 the rapids above. I came across, however, in a little 

 open space, as I was leaving the rapids, a very singular 

 spectacle. It was the head of a young buck, with the 

 body, bones and all gone, though it evidently had lain 

 there but a short time, as some of the tissues still clung 

 to the jaw-bones. The fleshless jaws were stretched 

 wide apart as if the animal had died in agony— probably 

 bleating. On one of its horns was a large weasel com- 

 pletely impaled, the horn having passed clean through 

 him. The weasel was still undecomposed, showing that 

 he had been there but a short time. How came that 

 weasel upon that horn was a problem I could not solve. 

 Had the buck been wounded and lain down here to die, 



