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In Quest of 

 ^hteptonk 

 ^meMId 



That was my first real meeting with Wap- 

 tonk, my first answer to the question which 

 had always been in my heart, and which 

 neither the books nor the hunters could 

 answer, as to what he was like in his own 

 land, where the guns and decoys of men 

 might not enter. And I was satisfied, per- 

 fectly satisfied, as I turned away in the 

 twilight across the wild barren to where 

 my little tent by the salmon 

 river was waiting. 



