A New World 



although he could not read books he could read 

 faces, was a good judge of character, always 

 knew what was going on and what we were 

 about to do, and liked to help us. We could 

 run nearly as fast as he could, see about as far, 

 and perhaps hear as well, but in sense of smell 

 his nose was incomparably better than ours. 

 One sharp winter morning when the ground 

 was covered with snow, I noticed that when he 

 was yawning and stretching himself after leav- 

 ing his bed he suddenly caught the scent of 

 something that excited him, went round the 

 corner of the house, and looked intently to the 

 westward across a tongue of land that we called 

 West Bank, eagerly questioning the air with 

 quivering nostrils, and bristling up as though 

 he felt sure that there was something dangerous 

 in that direction and had actually caught sight 

 of it. Then he ran toward the Bank, and I fol- 

 lowed him, curious to see what his nose had 

 discovered. The top of the Bank commanded 

 a view of the north end of our lake and meadow, 

 and when we got there we saw an Indian hunter 

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