noting; get fraid an' run 'way jus' same. 

 Plenty black cat in clese h woods. You fol- 

 low an' find out for youself." 



It was the old question that one runs up 

 against everywhere in the woods, in his own 

 hunting and in the experience of woodsmen, 

 the unknown sixth sense, or feeling of dan- 

 ger, which sometimes warns a creature be- 

 yond the reach of any known sense, and 

 which seems to imply a kind of silent men- 

 tal communication among animals. Several 

 times since then I have followed Pequam's 

 trail and learned something about his hunt- 

 ing, and in every case have found much 

 to justify the Indian's conclusion. When 

 Pequam kills a large animal and gorges 

 himself, he goes but a mile or two — often 

 much less than that — and hides him away 

 to sleep, making but slight effort to confuse 

 his trail. Follow it now quietly, and you see 

 where it disappears in the snow; and some- pi 

 where just beyond you will find 

 Pequam asleep in a hollow log. 

 But if you find the fresh track 

 where he returns to his kill and 



r-ld 



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J7?e7haf/offfie 

 Cunning One 



