As I came home through the woods with my string of fish,

trailing my pole, it being now quite dark, I caught a glimpse of a

woodchuck stealing across my path, and felt a strange thrill of

savage delight, and was strongly tempted to seize and devour him

raw; not that I was hungry then, except for that wildness which he

represented. Once or twice, however, while I lived at the pond, I

found myself ranging the woods, like a half-starved hound, with a

strange abandonment, seeking some kind of venison which I might

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