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ter, was much to be dreaded, and in corroboration inform- 
ed me of a little tragedy that occurred some years past in 
the same neighborhood. Two friends once trapped the 
township of Success. They had two beats, running in re- 
verse directions, while the shanty in which they both lived 
together was situated at the dividing point from which each 
radiated. The one who examined the. traps to the north 
to-day visited those to the south to-morrow, changing their 
routes with each other daily, and always meeting at night at 
their common residence... Almost half the season had thus 
passed away, when one of the companions who had return- 
ed to the sleeping-place became seriously alarmed at the 
continued absence of his friend. At length the little cur 
dog who constantly accompanied the missing man came 
home alone. There is an end to every thing, and so there 
is to a long winter night; and with the earliest indications 
of day the anxious watcher sallied forth to find the missing 
trapper, whom he, after a long and weary search, discover- 
ed, dreadfully mangled, and partially eaten. The assassin 
had been a painter. The tracks on the tell-tale snow spoke 
correctly. About thirty feet above where the corpse lay, 
an immense limb ran out at right angles from the parent 
tree. From this the skulking coward had doubtless sprung 
upon the unsuspecting trapper. 
Thus it will be seen that the home of the giant moose is 
not without other tenants, some of whom are likely to af- 
ford adventurous hunters more excitement than a hot cor- 
ner at the side of an English cover. 
