PREFA CE. 



deadly missile from your rifle sends him 

 to his death. As the blue rings of smoke 

 from your brier pipe float up and away, 

 you are carried in thought to the North 

 Woods wherein he roamed. There he 

 lived, a monarch of all he surveyed. 

 The excitement of the chase, while it is 

 on, knows no bounds, but at the death 

 it subsides, and you return to civiliza- 

 tion to recall the event only when the 

 time arrives that another pilgrimage to 

 the happy hunting grounds is in order. 

 On the other hand, you find him as a 

 subject for your camera. An excellent 

 one, too. Exiled in his domain for a 

 few weeks and a wealth of enjoyment is 

 yours, as, during the long winter even- 



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