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over the fish-heads in the rear of the 

 camp. Often we heard the short, cough- 

 ing bark of the fox in the still hours of 

 the night. In the farther depths of the 

 wilderness we saw the beaver's logging 

 operations and river improvements still 

 carried on. At one 

 place we found a bea- 

 ver-house so big and 

 strong that a bull-moose 

 had walked up on it, 

 and from the top pawed 

 defiance, yet his great 

 weight had not broken 

 the structure down. 



A most impressive 

 exhibit of the terrific 

 energy of the angered 

 moose was written on 

 a bushy mountain-side. 

 Two bulls had met and 

 fought. The record of 

 the conflict was plain to all comers. A 

 great swath had been torn down the moun- 

 tain for half a mile, the uprooted bushes 

 bearing scattered tufts of hair. In some 

 places both moose had slid for several 

 yards. Then there was the evidence of 

 a complete somersault, and finally it was 

 plain that both had run against a dead 



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