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Title: The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Révoil, Bénédict Henry, 1816-1882 Adams, W. H. Davenport (William Henry Davenport), 1828-1891
Subjects: Hunting Game and game-birds
Publisher: London, New York : T. Nelson and Sons
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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attract them hither,âandforce them to save me out of pity, or put an end to mywretched existence ! T mounted the tree again, in the hope of discoveringsome living creature, but it was fruitless; my gaze sur-veyed the whole horizon, to rest only upon distantmountain-summits and a vast sweep of undulating plain. Then again I descended, and flung myself upon thegrass. For a long time I remained in this position, my headon fire, my imagination filled with distressing ideas.Suddenly a bird perched himself on the branch above myhead. By his black plumage and strong bill I knew himto be a raven. What did he want 1 Had he come to an-nounce the hour of my death 1 Away, I cried; *^ away, accursed bird ! Away, Ishall not yet serve you for a meal. A MEAGKE REPAST. 335 Regardless of my shouts, he quitted the bough wherehe had perched for a few moments, and posted himselfupon the ground. At first I thought he intended to fly at me; but I wasmistaken. He contented himself with tranquilly picking
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A BIRD PERCHED HIMSELF ON THE BRANCH. up a few round objects which lay here and there uponthe sward. These objects caught my attention, and, on examiningthem, I discovered, to my great joy, that they were snails.Thenceforth I was safe from famine; I had no longerreason to dread the slow pangs of hunger. I arose, andcollected a quantity of the molluscs, which I devouredwith keen satisfaction. Somewhat recruited by this meagre repast, I began toexamine my situation with greater composure. Therewas but one course to adopt: I must escape from thisdesert plain. My life depended on it; and, therefore,the sooner it was done, the better. 336 DAY BY DAY. But what direction should I take 1 This was the firstproblem I had to solve. I examined the position of thesun; he was on his decline, and slowly disappearingbehind the mountains. We had therefore marched in awesterly direction to gain this accursed region; to returnto San Antonio de Bexar, I must necessarily keep myface towards the east. In t

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