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old face before me softened at the tribute' 

 to his skill in hunting. 



" Oh, I get urn," he said, smiling. " Das de 

 fellow rob my saple traps. Find urn where 

 he kill deer dis morny. Now he go off 

 wid hees belly full, sleepy, oh, sleepy. Find 

 urn bimeby, pretty soon quick now. You 

 wan' go along help urn ? " he added invitingly. 



That was a new kind of hunting for me; 

 so I left the caribou gladly and followed the 

 old Indian. He had no gun; only an ax; 

 and I was curious to know how he intended 

 to catch so spry and wary an animal un- 

 aided ; but I asked no questions, following 

 silently and keeping out to one side of the 

 trail, looking far ahead for a glimpse and a 

 possible shot at Pequam among the trees. 

 Indeed, it was probably the sight of my rifle 

 and a light ax at my belt that caused M^Sffi 

 Newell to issue his invitation. pK, W^Plm 



The fisher was plainly suspicious or i 

 alarmed, for he was travel 

 with marvelous craftiness, 

 me that Pequam had neither 

 smelled him. Probably he 





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