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The Boy and the Lynx 
In his feeble state he might as well try to catch 
a Deer or a Hawk. Suddenly he remembered 
his gun and very soon was preparing a fat Hen 
for the pot. He boiled it whole as the easiest 
way to cook it, and the broth was the first really 
tempting food they had had for some time. 
They kept alive for three wretched days on 
that Chicken, and when it was finished Thor Parad 
again took down his gun—it seemed a much 
heavier gun now. He crawled to the barn, but 
he was so weak and shaky that he missed sevy- 
eral times before he brought down a fowl. 
Corney had taken the rifle away with him and 
three charges of gun ammunition were all that 
now remained. 
Thor was surprised to see how few Hens there 
were now, only three or four. There used to 
be over a dozen. ‘Three days later he made 
another raid. He saw but one Hen and he 
used up his last ammunition to get that. 
His daily routine now was a monotony of 
horror. In the morning, which was his “ well 
time,” he prepared a little food for the house- 
hold and got ready for the night of raging fever 
. by putting a bucket ef water on a block at the 
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