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to him, and pinch his ear, that the beast may feel the life within
him."
"Not so--not so," returned the trapper, shaking his head as one who
better understood the qualities of his dog.--"Youth sleeps, ay, and
dreams too; but age is awake and watchful. The pup is never false with
his nose, and long experience tells me to heed his warnings."
"Did you ever run him upon the trail of carrion?"
"Why, I must say, that the ravenous beasts have sometimes tempted me
to let him loose, for they are as greedy as men, after the venison, in
its season; but then I knew the reason of the dog, would tell him the
object!--No--no, Hector is an animal known in the ways of man, and
will never strike a false trail when a true one is to be followed!"
"Ay, ay, the secret is out! you have run the hound on the track of a
wolf, and his nose has a better memory than his master!" said the bee-
hunter, laughing.
"I have seen the creatur' sleep for hours, with pack after pack, in
open view. A wolf might eat out of his tray without a snarl, unless
there was a scarcity; then, indeed, Hector would be apt to claim his
own.
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