THE CONFESSIONS OF LYNX CANADENSIS. 



VV. E. CARLIN. 



Having met with 2 fellows who 

 were photographing- for yon, and hav- 

 ing been forced to have my own pict- 

 ure taken, for reproduction in Rec- 

 reation, whether I liked it or not, it 

 appeared to me an opportune time to 

 write yon a few words concerning my- 



seemecl so true and realistic that my 

 heart (and my head, I fear) swelled 

 with pride at the accounts of my 

 prowess. 



Then I sallied forth determined to 

 dine on old man Long, or on any other 

 trapper who might come my way. But 



STEALTH. 



COPYRIGHT, 1897, BY WRIGHT & CARLIN. 



self and to clear up, in the minds of 

 the younger generation, some of the 

 ridiculous stones that have been told 

 -of me, by romancers. 



What boy has not shuddered as he 

 was told hair-raising tales of the mon- 

 ster catamount, wild-cat, bob-cat, or 

 " painter " who spends his time in 

 waiting for the poor, lonely man; 

 pouncing on him at sight, and tearing 

 him, savagely, limb from limb, pre- 

 paratory to a hearty meal? When I 

 read these stories of myself, they 



my new-born pride met with a sad 

 reverse; for although Long is only 5 

 feet high, and weighs only 120 pounds, 

 my spirits oozed out of my long legs 

 when I saw the ease with which he 

 handled his 80 pound pack; and it oc- 

 curred to me that my little 25 pounds 

 of nerve and sinew would count for 

 naught, in case of any serious trouble 

 with him. I therefore quickly got out 

 of his way, and was forced to steal an 

 old piece of dried meat, from his camp, 

 for my supper. 



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