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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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to the glare ofDollys torch, we soon sighted the animal crouchingin the midst of the mud, which reached up to his belly,his hair bristling, and his tail so swollen that you mightalmost have sworn it was the caudal appeiidage of avery large wolf. His mouth was white with foam, hiseyes flashed flame and fire, and, without losing sight ofany of the dogs movements, he held himself ready toseize by the nose the first who ventured near him. Thedogs were afraid to close, and limited themselves to afew feints of attack, with the result their instinct taughtthem to expect, of fatiguing the beleaguered animal.He soon manifested unequivocal symptoms of weariness.Though he miauled more loudly and more vehementlythan ever, our dogs, without suffering themselves to beintimidated by the frightful noise, which was :;;epeatedby all the echoes of the forest, began to pen him in morenarrowly. One of them, bolder than the others, con-trived to seize his tail; but a sharp bite forced him THE BITER BIT. 87
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THE DOGS WERE AFRAID TO CLOSE. to let go. A second attacked him in the flank withequal want of success. The biter, in fact, was bit; forthe racoon seized his muzzle between his well-armed jaws, 88 MOVING AHEAD. and held the poor dog, who howled terribly, without ven-turing on the slightest effort to release himself. The racoon now appeared to think the victory washis. With an expression of joy he anticipated his re-venge ; but, suddenly, the other dogs, perceiving theyhad nothing further to dread from his bites, sprang simul-taneously upon him, and worried him after a struggle ofabout ten minutes. The racoon, however, had not loosedhis hold, and even in his last bitter moments retainedhis prisoner with his teeth, until, at length, one of Mr.Danielsons sons split his head with a blow from a hatchet. So far our adventure had been successful. We hadalready captured two racoons, whose skins would beworth about a dollar a-piece, and the flesh about half thatamount, as the negro Dolly—who

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