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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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h, while his emerald eyeburned with sanguinary ardour. This moving spectacle rivetted us to the ground; yeta secret instinct appeared to warn us that, though theperil was great, the man would conquer the animal.Therefore, our sympathies did not prevent us from admir-ing the elegance, the vigour, and the suppleness of thepanther. The hot breath, issuing from his open jaws,seemed to reach the face of the Kedskin, who, raising hispole, dealt him a violent blow on the head, to which heresponded with a deep hoarse roar. Thus warned, theanimal turned about so as to place his snout under abranch which covered and protected him. But the Indian,observing his open jaws, thrust into them his pointedstake, eliciting a howl far more terrible than the first.The panther collected his body, and stretched forward oneof his legs, to reach a branch which would place him ona level with his enemy. The situation became critical;his enormous claws already touched the Eedskins knee; 124 A MOMENT OF SUSPENSE.
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his emerald eye burned with sanguinary ardour. his panting breath indicated the vigorous effort he was onthe point of essaying; and my friend and I would havebrought the horrible struggle to a close, if we had not BILLY BOW-LEGS. 125 been afraid of hitting both the man and the animal, asour guns were loaded with deer-shot. At this critical moment, the Indian making a violentmovement, plunged the blade of his knife into the eye ofhis enemy, who, equally unable to recede or advance—held fast as he was by the weapon planted in the orbit ofhis eye—gave vent to his impotent rage by long and re-))eated yells. His rage finally prevailed over the instinctof prudence peculiar to his race; he prepared to spring;but a second blow of the stake overthrew his balance,and he fell on the river-bank within gunshot range. Aloud report, produced by the simultaneous discharge ofour four barrels, nailed the animal to the ground, wherehe struggled for a few moments, and grew rigid in onefinal convulsio

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