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plain with its flower eyes, the benignant sun, the wide air 
itself, all seem for one instant to have stood still to gaze upon 
the unholy deed. There lies the quiet victim! He feels 
their reproach as he looks upon its fixed, but undimmed eyes. 
He cannot stand all this. I said it was but for one instant, 
and then his habitual hardness returns; the awe he throws off 
with a sneer; the carcass is slung upon his horse, and he turns 
its head towards the nearest high land to look how the 
country lies. If he recognizes no familiar land-marks, and 
he sees that he is out of his range, he then takes his course 
by the direction of the prevailing winds, the moss upon the 
trees, the position of the sun, the course of the streams or of the 
buffalo trails, by the flight of birds, or thousand other tele- 
graphic characters which he has learned to read, 
But then he has nevertheless experienced, however briefly, 
this vague feeling of terror and dread, to which we have al- 
Juded, and no one but an old skinny Trapper, whose whole 
life has been speht among the mountains, ever entirely loses 
this sensation on realizing that he is lost in these mighty 
solitudes; because, in the first place, he is never lost, and in 
the next, if he were, it would be all the same to him. He 
can live wherever a snail, a lizzard, or a raven can live, 
and he cares little if he never sees the face of man for a year 
or two; in that time he is sure to come out somewhere, even 
if it be on the Pacific coast! The deep gorges of the moun- 
tains afford him shelter and repose in winter; the open plain 
or forest glades a couch in summer; a rock is pillow soft 
enough for him, and piping winds do well for lullabies, though 
they do bring the thunder for their bass ! 
He starves until ravin makes him wild, and then his rifle 
is more inexorable than the bolts of death. The famishing 
wolf is merciful to him. Earth and her creatures are nothing, 
now, but fuel and.food to glut his shriveled maw. Blood! 
blood! Blood is to him Ambrosia. The Nectar of the gods 
would not tempt him from the greasy esculence of ‘“ beaver 
