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Searching for a soft log to lay up in, he had evidently been fastidious in his choice as he had climbed and explored every decayed & next word underlined: holy tree in the swamp without finding one to his liking his track then left the swamp and we followed in it until we came to where he had camped two nights before — on we trotted at a killing pace and so til night fall but no signs of our approaching Bruin and we were fain to return to camp quite tired out and disgusted with the fastidiousness of Magua,

Nothing is more uncertain in woodwork than tracking a bear sometimes — on discovering his fresh track we came up in twenty