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far more hungry than you are yourself. Or 

 you may trace the round, deep pugs of Up- 

 weekis the lynx for uncounted miles through 

 the bare, white, empty woods, and get at last 

 a kind of sympathy for the big, savage, stu- 

 pid fellow as you think how ravenous he 

 must be; for the tracks lead to nothing but 

 disappointments, at the beaver house, at the 

 rabbit's form, beside the deer yard, and at 

 the hole in the snow where the grouse 

 plunged for the night. But follow Pequam 

 a little way and you come speedily to the 

 story of good hunting: here a mouse, and 

 there a hare, and there a squirrel, and there 

 a deer. Careful, now ! He is gorged and 

 sleepy ; and you will find him, not far away, 

 asleep in a hollow tree under the snow. 



Spite of his size Pequam climbs and moves 

 among the big trees with all the sureness 

 and agility of a squirrel, traveling long dis- 

 tances overhead, and even following his 

 game by leaping from branch to branch. 

 Like the squirrel he can jump down from 

 an enormous height, flattening his body and 

 tail against the air so as to break his fall, 



