water. These we followed about two 

 hundred yards to where they ended at 

 the opposite shore. A closer examina- 

 tion disclosed the entrance, about two 

 feet under the surface, of a burrow which 

 seemed to rise under the high bank. 



"Well," said Bige, "that's the fellow 

 who met up with our boat last night. 

 He's a beaver all right, but where in 

 tunket did he come from?" 



The incidents here related occurred 

 while we were camping at Cherry Pond, 

 seventeen years ago. We had learned 

 in many conversations with Mitchell 

 Sabattis (an Indian who died at a very 

 advanced age a few years ago, and who 

 was the oldest inhabitant of this region), 

 about the Indians trapping beaver here, 

 and how they sold hundreds of skins to 

 John Jacob Astor, who became rich 

 dealing in furs which he purchased 

 throughout the northern forests and in 

 Canada. 



Sabattis explained that it was the 

 practice of the Indians to take only 



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