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<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> </head> <body bgcolor="#ffffff" text="#000000"> <font face="Candara">At the mouth of River Philip a small flock of Common Goldeneye and Common Mergansers<br> In Pugwash Harbour there were many more Common Goldeneye and Common Mergansers.<br> There was also an adult eagle harassing a 3 or 4 year gull. There were many other gulls, and the ducks were smaller but the eagle was intent on the one gull. The gull evaded the attack as long as I was there. <br> Virginia Redden<br> Port Howe<br> </font> <pre class="moz-signature" cols="100">-- The Winter of the Fisher by Cameron Langford The Ojibway The mood that had pressed so heavily on him all the afternoon was gone, for he had heard at last the message that for years the silent trees had whispered to him: age is of the body. Youth lies in the mind. And a man's a fool to think on time, when timelessness encloses him on every side. The fisher Outside, the fisher stretched himself sensuously and trotted toward the trees. Before he was beneath their shelter, his trot quickened to a graceful lope, for somewhere in the future just ahead, the porcupines were waiting. And he was still very hungry. </pre> </body> </html>
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