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had been searching for insects or stretching himself. 

 As the sun set, we once more regained the path, well 

 fatigued with our rough and protracted tramp, myself 

 not a little disgusted that I had seen nothing sufficient- 

 ly large to be worthy of considering fit game for the 

 heavy missiles which both my barrels contained ; in 

 fact, I could not help openly grumbling that I should 

 have been inveigled into such a useless journey, to 

 which I was informed that I might thank my stars we 

 had got back safe. With this answer for the time I 

 had to be satisfied, but that evening the mystery came 

 out, and the selfish motives that had dictated my 

 companionship being sought. I will endeavor to 

 state the story as told by the trapper. 



Last April, when the snow was on the ground, I 

 laid out the traps we have to-day lifted. The travel- 

 ing was very bad at the time, for it was near the 

 break-up of winter. I got along the ridge all right ; 

 but as I thought the walking would be better to re- 

 turn as I had come, I had determined to retrace my 

 steps, I had scarcely turned about when I found to 

 my surprise, the print of an animal following my old 

 track. I looked in every direction to see where the 

 follower could be, but was unable to detect him. 



However, I knew well that the skulking villain was 

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