HABITS, HAUNTS, AND ANECDOTES 



ers, or masses of blown-down trees, is 

 remarkable. 



It is most discouraging, after tracking 

 your game for hours at a time, to finally 

 have to give it up on account of dark- 

 ness setting in. Lighting your pipe, 

 you retrace your steps to camp and 

 await the coming of the morrow, when 

 the routine of the previous day is gone 

 over. It is the quiet, careful man who 

 succeeds in tracking, as the breaking of 

 a twig or the brushing of one's coat 

 against a tree will jump your game, and 

 in his fright he travels many miles be- 

 fore stopping. 



He is an exceptionally keen-scented 

 animal, and mark you well as to the 

 general direction of the wind before 

 leaving camp, as to work along with it 



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