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Woodcraft 
by Nessmuk, the greatest forest 
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how to sleep on a fragrant, elastic 
bed and pillow at ni ght instead of 
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and dry- 
how to cook plain wholesome food- 
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drove the sheep and cattle into thi 
stockade and shut them in, and thei 
hurried back to the lake to get Rube am 
his gun. After getting lunch, thei 
started back to the clearing with thi 
heaviest trap they had, and their guns 
They got to the clearing about threi 
o'clock, and as they came in sight of th< 
dead sheep, they saw a large wolf slink 
ing off into the woods. Rube got om 
shot at him, but must have hit him toe 
far back, for they followed the bloo( 
trail almost five miles, and left it a 
Shingle Shanty Pond at dusk. Wher 
they got back to the clearing, on theii 
way to the lake, Parker kept right on 
saying there was no use setting a trap 
as Rube had wounded the only wolf it 
the country, and if he lived, he would 
never come back. Rube, however, with 
his patient understanding and knowl¬ 
edge of the woods, stopped and set hi< 
trap by the dead sheep. 
Early next morning Rube went oul 
alone to follow up the wounded wolf 
When he got to the clearing, he found 
a large, bald-headed eagle in his trap 
and no signs in the snow of the woli 
having been around. Rube killed the 
eagle and reset the trap and started for 
Shingle Shanty Pond to look up the 
wounded wolf. Before long it started to 
snow, and when he got to the place 
where he had left the tracks the night 
before, the new snow had wiped out all 
signs, and he could not follow the 
tracks. He circled around most of the 
day and finally had to give up and re¬ 
turn to the lake. 
For a couple of days Rube did not g< 
near the trap in the clearing. Then, om 
cold clear morning, he started out alom 
over the trap-line. He went first to thi 
clearing, where he found something ha< 
sprung his trap and was working on thi 
dead sheep. The snow had gone by thi 
time, so he could not tell what it wa: 
that had sprung his trap. He reset it 
after moving the sheep a little to on< 
side, and went on to look at his othci 
traps. 
Now, this is the tragic part of this 
narrative. A small, black Spaniel dog 
had been left at the lake the previous 
summer. He was worthless for hunting 
or anything else, but was tolerated by 
the men because one of the ladies had 
given him to Rube to keep for her dur¬ 
ing the winter. As a rule, this dog was 
kept shut up in the log cabin, especially 
for an hour or two after the men went 
out, as otherwise he would tear after 
them and join them on their trips, too 
far from camp to be sent home. This 
morning, however, shortly after Rube 
had left the camp, the dog sneaked out 
through the woodshed, and, finding the 
outer door open, ran outside. For a 
long time he ran around the buildings, 
and then, led by chance or fate, for he 
had no nose for tracking, started on a 
run along the road to the clearing. He 
was a fool dog, and very inquisitive, so 
when he got to the clearing, he first 
stopped to investigate the cattle; then, 
tiring of this, he went over to the dead 
sheep, intent on investigating. A sharp 
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