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Seton, Ernest Thompson, 1860-1946

"Rolf in the Woods"


It was an easy matter for the hunters to remove the log and
secure his pelt, so they left the beaver pond, richer than they
had expected.
Next night, when they reached their half-way shanty, they had the
best haul they had taken on this line since the memorable day
wben they got six beavers.
The morning dawned clear and bright. As they breakfasted, they
noticed an extraordinary gathering of ravens far away to the
north, beyond any country they had visited. At least twenty or
thirty of the birds were sailing in great circles high above a
certain place, uttering a deep, sonorous croak, from time to
time. Occasionally one of the ravens would dive down out of sight.
"Why do they fly above that way?"
"That is to let other ravens know there is food here. Their eyes
are very good. They can see the signal ten miles away, so all
come to the place. My father told me that you can gather all the
ravens for twenty miles by leaving a carcass so they can see it
and signal each other. "
"Seems as if we should look into that. Maybe another panther,"
was Rolf's remark.
The Indian nodded; so leaving the bundle of furs in a safe place
with the snowshoes, that they carried on a chance, they set out
over the hard crust.


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