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Updated: May 23, 2025
Naturally, persons of a superstitious nature began to imagine that they, too, heard strange cries at the deserted farm, for no one ever lived there subsequently. Very likely they did hear cries the cries of wild animals; that old clearing in the woods was a great place for bears, foxes, raccoons and "lucivees."
"He smells it likely, an' thinks we're goin' to give it to him for a Christmas present!" At this suggestion the boy laughed out loud. His clear young voice rang through the frosty shadows; and the lynx, surprised and offended, shrank back, and slunk away in another direction. "Bloodthirsty varmints, them lucivees!" said the boy, who wanted a lynx-skin as a trophy.
"That's just what he is, and you'll think so to-morrow when you see him. That is, if he don't get away. That's what we call a bob-cat. The French call them lucivees; and he's the biggest cat in the country, except the catamount. It's just as well to leave him alone over-night. We don't want to go fooling round him in the dark."
So there would be no time to carry out my long-cherished plan of watching young lynxes at play, as I had before watched young foxes and bears and owls and fish-hawks, and indeed almost everything, except Upweekis, in the wilderness. Presently one of the lucivees came out, yawned, stretched, raised himself against a root.
They ought to go separate, with a driver for every span. This must be a lesson for the future." "It is an ill wind that blows no one any good," says the proverb. Our disaster proved a bonanza to old Tommy Goss; he set his traps there all winter, near the frozen bodies of the horses, and caught marten, fishers, mink, "lucivees," and foxes by the dozen.
In this doorway stood two half-grown lucivees, fuzzy and gray and savage-looking, their backs still up, their wild eyes turned in my direction apprehensively. Seeing me they drew farther back into the den, and I saw nothing more of them save now and then their round heads, or the fire in their yellow eyes. It was too late for further observation that day.
In our own camp with the Rangers we heard stories of adventures in the woods with Indians, bears, and lucivees. Old Bill McKinstry said, "I wish we had some good strong traps, and we could go off and trap bob-cat." "And why shouldn't we have traps? What am I a blacksmith for? Just find me some old iron, and I will get the use of the armourers' forge."
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