follow it swiftly before he has settled down 

 to sleep, he begins doubling and tunneling 



and traveling overhead long before it would 



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smell of you could drift away over the hills 

 to where the Cunning One is hiding his 

 trail from the telltale snow. 



Once, while following a fresh track, old 

 Newell had a curious experience of Pequam's 

 cunning; and last summer, when I noticed 

 a fisher's track on the shore of Grassy Pond, 

 under K'tahdin, my guide told me unasked 

 of a similar occurrence which he had him- 

 self witnessed last spring when he was trap- 

 ping among the Sourdnahunk Mountains. 

 Newell found where Pequam had killed a 

 deer on the crust, and followed the trail 

 through the soft snow that had fallen over 

 night, not half an hour after the fisher had 

 left it. Mile after mile he swept along on 

 his snow-shoes, through the swamps and 

 over the hills, pushing the fisher hard and 

 unwinding swiftly every turn and double 

 and side jump and tunnel in the cunning 

 trail. Pequam was heavy and tired. Two or 



