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to the death when he is too closely pressed or receives 

 wounds which stop him in his flight. His home is 

 in the swamps, where his cunning and instinct teach 

 him that his enemies are at a disadvantage. His 

 eyes are of the keenest and note any casual change 

 in the appearance of the landscape, while his nose, 

 composed of a combination of cartilaginous boxes, 

 detects the faintest odour left by a passing enemy 

 even hours after the trail has been made. He does 

 not stand and investigate strange sights or examine 

 unusual scents, but at the first indication of danger 

 he flies to the deepest woods of the swamps and leaves 

 many miles between him and the place where there 

 is a possibility of danger. 



The hunters had now been away from the home 

 camp for three days and they were uneasy about 

 the welfare of the horses, which had been picketed 

 out where they could get grass and water. As they 

 approached the camp they caught a glimpse of a man 

 going from the river to the tent. Fearing that bad 

 news from home must have sent this messenger into 

 the swamps, the naturalist hurried forward to greet 

 the visitors. Superintendent Wood, of the Pembina 

 Farm, near Warren, and " Holy Smoke " Bolton had 

 come to pay the hunters a visit, and finding the camp 

 deserted they had taken possession to await the re- 

 turn of the owners. They had had a tiresome trip 

 and tedious search for the camp, and had arrived just 

 after the hunters had gone on their last trip up Moose 

 River. They would have passed the camp had it not 

 been for the little black horse which Wood had sold 

 to Dyche. The superintendent had seen the animal 



