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Wind's shifted! cried Hank vigorously, watching Simpson and his guide already loading the small canoe.
gpt
It's across the lake--dead right for you fellers. And the snow'll make bully trails! If there's any moose mussing around up thar, they'll not get so much as a tail-end scent of you with the wind as it is. Good luck, Monsieur Défago! he added, facetiously giving the name its French pronunciation for once,