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current, so we went ashore and cooked and ate lunch. 

 Near where we sat Kibbee pointed out a standing tree 

 that was chopped off at the top, and his explanation of 

 this unusual feature was like this : 



" You see, me and the woman was a-comin' down 

 from Sandy Lake cabin with a load of fur, when we 

 seed a lynx up in the top of that thar tree; we 

 couldn't make it out what he was a-doin' up there, and 

 he looked so still-like to me that I didn't shoot at him. 

 So I goes over to the tree, and, sure as guns, he was up 

 thar dead ; he had got caught in one of my traps and 

 had drug the trap up the tree, and got so tangled up 

 with the chain that he died and was left hanging thar. 

 So I climbs the tree, cuts off the top and down he 

 comes, and his hide fetched me $22, because lynx fur 

 is high now on account of them autemobil fellows who 

 need so much fur." 



A four-mile paddle up-stream brought us to Sandy 

 Lake. On the right-hand side as we passed in we made 

 out a small moose, apparently a yearling, walking on the 

 beach, but we wanted nothing to do with him, he was 

 too little. Four and a half miles more and we came to 

 where the Swamp River flows into Sandy Lake from 

 Long Lake. It was now getting dark, as the sun al- 

 ready had sunk behind a big mountain, the topmost 

 snow-clad peak of which towered some thousands of 

 feet above the timber line. 



Kibbee, with his sharp eyes, discerned an object up 



