~ CHAPTER II. 
THE BOY-HUNTER. 
I must surely have been intended for a hunter, as the first 
thing I can remember was an animal. 
I have often tried to trace as far back as possible into the 
days of my childhood, the period when consciousness first 
became linked with external things ;—or, in other words,— 
my memory of life began. Curiously enough, I have never 
been able to get farther back than to a time when I was kick- 
ing and screaming in my nurse’s arms, in extacied and uncon- 
trollable eagerness to get my hands upon a beautiful little 
white rabbit which had been sent home by my father in a 
bask 2t. 
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