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get in your description ; except perhaps the 

 tail, which, you see, is long and soft and 

 glossy as he vanishes over the log. And, *^^/^~^^ 

 like a scared cat, he fluffs it out like a 

 bottle-brush to make it look big and to 

 scare you should you attempt to follow him. 

 Two or three times in the woods I have 

 had just such glimpses of Pequam as I have 

 described ; but, except in hunting on the 

 snow, only once have I seen him plainly 

 when he had no idea I was watching him. 

 I was sitting quietly in the woods at day- 

 break, watching for deer and moose on 

 Matagammon, when there was a rustle 

 behind me and Moktaques went hopping 

 by in the crazy, erratic way that hares 

 have when hunted. " Kagax is after him," I 

 thought, and turned to watch for the weasel, 

 at the same time picking up a stick to 

 stop the bloodthirsty little wretch's hunting. 

 Then out of the underbrush darted Pequam, 

 his muzzle twitching, tail quivering, — dart- 

 ing, leaping, dodging, halting, all on fire with 

 excitement. Every hair on his body seemed 

 to be alive and filled with nerves; and I 



