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and this little animal, with that boldness which charac- 

 terizes it, attempted to suck his blood before life was 

 extinct, when the suffering creature, in a last death- 

 struggle, by chance drove his horn through his enemy ? 

 This seemed inconsistent and almost impossible, but 

 how came those two animals in that strange position ? 

 That skeleton head, with the jaws stretched wide apart, 

 and a weasel impaled on one horn, interested me exceed- 

 ingly from the mystery that attached to it. Now and 

 then the woods exhibit phenomena that even the old, 

 experienced hunter cannot explain. Bog Eiver, on 

 which we had now embarked, we designed to mount to 

 its source. It is a narrow stream, possessing no beauty, 

 and awakens anything but pleasant feelings as it winds 

 its sluggish way through the silent forest. But I had 

 long known that it was famous for game, and that at its 

 sources dwelt the moose. It was not in the hope of kill- 

 ing many deer that I determined to visit it, but to see 

 them in broad day, feeding on the wild meadows like 

 calves in the fields, and visit the home of the moose. 



Boats ascend three miles of this river on their way to 

 Little Tupper's Lake, a favorite resort of sportsmen. 

 Beyond this point neither of our guides had ever been, 

 and they as well as myself had to depend on the know- 



