PEQUAM the fisher, the Cunning One 

 as Simmo calls him, who follows your LJ 

 snow-shoe track but never crosses it, is one J- 

 of the shadows of the big woods. A dark %, 

 shadow indeed to the Wood Folk, for wher- 

 ever he goes death follows close behind him ; A 

 and a shadow to your eyes also, for when you 

 do see him, unexpectedly, after much watch- 

 ing and patience, he darts up the hillside, 

 leaping and dodging, vanishing and appearing 

 and vanishing again, like one of the shadows 

 that the sunbeams are chasing when a brisk 

 wind drives the clouds away and the woods 

 are filled with rustlings and uncertainties. 



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