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JPequam 



thought instantly of a young fisher that I 

 used to watch for hours at a time in his 

 cage. Whether sleeping or waking, on the 

 ground or in his tree, he seemed to have 

 eyes, ears, and senses all over him. A 

 squeak, a chirp, a scratch, — the slightest 

 sound, and instantly he leaped from what 

 he was doing and twisted his head and 

 whirled and leaped again. Once when he 

 was apparently sound asleep I brought my 

 thumb and finger nails together and snapped 

 the edges. A sound so faint would hardly 

 trouble the dreams of even a sleeping wolf; 

 but on the instant Pequam had leaped to 

 his feet wide-awake and was wrinkling his 

 nose in my direction. 



Just this same impression of intense vital- 

 ity and alertness swept over me now as the 

 wild creature passed before me, fairly quiver- 

 ing from nose to tail tip. Not ten feet from 

 my hand, where the hare had made a wild 

 jump, he stopped for an instant, twisted his 

 head in a half circle to catch the scent, 

 darted forward, ran back again with his nose 

 to the ground ; and then, finding he was off 



