They follow my trap-line an' eat the rabbits I catch.

They leave the fisher-cat, an' the mink, an' the ermine, an' the marten; but the lynx--_sacre_ an' damn!--they jump on him an' pull the fur from him like you pull the wild cotton balls from the burn-bush! I have tried strychnine in deer fat, an' I have set traps and deadfalls, but I can not catch them.

They will drive me out unless I get them, for I have taken only five good lynx, an' they have destroyed seven." This roused Weyman.

He was one of that growing number of thoughtful men who believe that man's egoism, as a race, blinds him to many of the more wonderful facts of creation.

He had thrown down the gantlet, and with a logic that had gained him a nation-wide hearing, to those who believed that man was the only living creature who could reason, and that common sense and cleverness when displayed by any other breathing thing were merely instinct.