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with much solicitation if I was feeling ill; I told 

 him that it was not I, but the pack-rat, that was 

 feeling ill and while I was exceedingly anxious to 

 make a drawing of a live pack-rat, I could not 

 work while the creature was suffering so much. 

 Both its little hands, as the reader may see by 







LITTLE CHIEF 



the photograph, were held by the vice-like jaws of 

 the trap. Jim threw back his head and laughed 

 boisterously. "Why," he said, "that don't hurt 

 him a bit, it only benumbs his paws so that there 

 is no more feeling in them than there is in your 

 toes when your foot's asleep." 



But half convinced, I sat down and made care- 

 ful drawings of the poor little animal after which 

 Jim knocked it in the head and killed it, and its 

 distorted skin, upholstered by a taxidermist, now 

 occupies a position of honor along with another 



