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white-headed eagle, and the osprey lost in cloud of spray ; 

 the American goshawk chasing the belted kingfisher; the 

 rattle of the great woodpecker ; the ' plop ' of the beaver ; 

 the splash of the leaping fish, and a hundred more. There 

 is the evening of changing lights, when from the darkening 

 forest steps the great white-necked stag. There, too, those 

 exquisite nights of twinkling starlight, when you lie and toast 

 your toes at the blazing logs whilst the men spin yarns, and 

 the horned owl shrieks. It is the Spirit of the Wilderness 

 that calls, and the man who has not known has not lived." 



