me two, tree time wen he only play dead. 

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r ^ Bes' cock urn dat gun; Pequam got plenty 



K ~\^.9^ am tricks he ant try yet." But there was no need 



ffi€ Softer f t h e g Un> anc i 1 did not look to see the end. 



Before the short twilight had fallen on the 

 woods we had stroked the splendid fur and 

 , .W7I valued it, and were heading swiftly for the 

 i/Al'1/h little hunting camp on the river with Pe- 

 | quam's black coat hanging limp and soft 

 and warm between the Indian's shoulders. 



Siillli 



mmmm 



