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way a piece farther on, we come toa shady valley between 
the ridges, running to the stream; down through this, leads 
quite a trail over which has lately passed some of each, of the 
deer family, and is their runway (or rather walkway, in these 
unfrequented woods) where on the way, they likely cross the 
stream below, and on away through the forest to some cool 
spring or larger waters. Here, now, we see the track of the 
noble moose, who is so much larger than the caribou, yet 
leaves the smaller track, which is like that of the domestic 
cow of the settler, and quite different from that of the caribou, 
which is wide spread, the dew claws often showing in the wet 
soil. And following along, here, too, in this half dry run is the 
fresh track of a bear, or what might be termed freshly made, 
yet the bear crossed it days before, as the track shows it has 
been rained upon since being made, and contains many little 
particles blown from the trees during the last high winds. 
As we are once more leaning beside a tree looking down 
upon the bear’s track, so much like those of the big schoolboy 
we used to see in early days, heel prints and toes so similar, 
the only great difference being the long nails, or claws, we 
are suddenly awakened from our day-dream of very early 
schoolboy days (the girls and mud pies) by a sound thump 
upon the ground. This revives and brings us around again. 
Looking up the road a buck stands facing, looking toward us ; 
as his eye catches ours, another stamp upon the earth and then 
all we see is his reddish brown rump, a straight up white 
brush and his heels, as he jumps away in the bushes, head 
down, and out of sight. I change my position to a spot a 
little to one side, and to leeward of where he made the jump, 
and wait awhile without seeing him; and had I given him five 
or ten minutes longer he would have been seen walking to the 
