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was long after dark, and the moon was flood- 

 ing forest and river with a wonderful light, 

 OiooAoosAoos when I at last caught sight of the shanty. 

 The click of my snowshoes brought a dozen 

 big men to the door. At that moment I felt 

 rather than saw that they seemed troubled and 

 alarmed at seeing me alone ; but I was too 

 tired to notice, and no words save those 

 of welcome were spoken until I had eaten 

 heartily. Then, as I started out for another 

 look at the wild beauty of the place under 

 the moonlight, a lumberman followed and 

 touched me on the shoulder. 



" Best not go far from camp alone, sir. 

 'Tis n't above safe heteabouts," he said in 

 a low voice. I noticed that he glanced back 

 over his shoulder as he spoke. 



" But why ? " I objected. " There 's nothing 

 in these woods to be afraid of." 



" Come back to camp and I '11 tell you. 

 It 's warmer there," he said. And I followed 

 to hear a strange story, — how " Andy there " 

 was sitting on a stump, smoking his pipe in 

 the twilight, when he was struck and cut on 

 the head from behind ; and when he sprang 



