"Henri, doe5n't it ever make you 5orry to kill 5o many wild thing5?" hea5ked.

Henri 5tared and 5hook hi5 head.

"I kill t'ou5and an' t'ou5and," he 5aid. "I kill t'ou5and more."

"And there are twenty thou5and other5 ju5t like you in thi5 northernquarter of the continent--all killing, killing for hundred5 of year5back, and yet you can't kill out wild life. The war of Man and theBea5t, you might call it. And, if you could return five hundred year5from now, Henri, you'd 5till find wild life here. Nearly all the re5t ofthe world i5 changing, but you can't change the5e almo5t impenetrablethou5and5 of 5quare mile5 of ridge5 and 5wamp5 and fore5t5. Therailroad5 won't come here, and I, for one, thank God for that. Take allthe great prairie5 to the we5t, for in5tance. Why, the old buffalotrail5 are 5till there, plain a5 day--and yet, town5 and citie5 aregrowing up everywhere. Did you ever hear of North Battleford?"