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then told us how the cats had gotten the other young and now
this the last one had to be killed.  We felt very sorry for
the dog, we felt sorry for the rabbit; but rather than see the
poor animal pelted by stones Mr. W. suggested it would be
better to shoot him.  It seemed though that as long as the
dog did not belong to us, they (for Mr. C. had left us and
called the head-miller Mr. Philipps, and we learned later that
the rabbits really belonged to his little boy, who soon appeared
with a rifle and another man), would take the matter into
their hands.  We did not care to wait longer so started up
Hilton Av.  Soon we hear the report of the rifle and the
barking of a dog then another report and all was quiet.  Later
there came another still louder report.  We now cut into
the woods stopped at "the rocks," took our boards left there last time and
started for the camp.  We felt very sad about the poor dog and
could not put him out of our minds.  We soon reached the cascades 
at Candle camp -- how magnificent these were, never
had we seen the brook as broad as to-day, and such a volume 
of water gushing over.  We stopped and admired for a long time
then slowly made our way to the camp.  Reaching it we started
        