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 that day, and as he drew near his cave, the strong smell of moose came to him from a thicket on the left of the runway.

Ears and nose twitching and eyes alert he turned cautiously into the thicket. Almost in his face there was a loud twanging jar, and at the same instant a pain like fire darted through his entrails, and he knew that he had been struck to death.

He dropped his spear, and felt foolishly at the little tuft of feathers that had suddenly