. Fowls of the air . ry plainly: Who are you ? O, whoTfuktaeem M^ are you? There was a loon on the Big^^l?^^^-^^ Squattuk lake, where I camped one summer,who was full of inquisitiveness as a blue lived alone at one end of the lake; whilehis mate, with her brood of two, lived at theother end, nine miles away. Every morningand evening he came close to my camp —very much nearer than is usual; for loonsare wild and shy in the wilderness — to cryout his challenge. Once, late at night, Iflashed a lantern at the end of the old logthat served as a landing for the canoes,where I had heard strang
. Fowls of the air . ry plainly: Who are you ? O, whoTfuktaeem M^ are you? There was a loon on the Big^^l?^^^-^^ Squattuk lake, where I camped one summer,who was full of inquisitiveness as a blue lived alone at one end of the lake; whilehis mate, with her brood of two, lived at theother end, nine miles away. Every morningand evening he came close to my camp —very much nearer than is usual; for loonsare wild and shy in the wilderness — to cryout his challenge. Once, late at night, Iflashed a lantern at the end of the old logthat served as a landing for the canoes,where I had heard strange ripples; andthere was Hukweem, examining everythingwith the greatest curiosity. Every unusual thing in our doings madehim inquisitive to know all about it. Once,when I started down the lake with a fairwind, and a small spruce set up in the bowof my canoe for a sail, he followed me fouror five miles, calling all the way. And whenI came back to camp at twilight with a bigbear in the canoe, his shaggy head showing. Hukweems curiosity could stand it no longer
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