Covered with dust and blood — the thick gore slowly dropping from his unstanched wounds, his head swollen, his right eye closed — the poor brute presented a deplorable spectacle.

That Fairfield, Ala., husband who was called home from work to find his ever-loving and her gentleman guest suffering from knife wounds and the bedroom a wreck.

The cured plew of the adult beaver weighed about a pound and a half and at best would fetch from four to six dollars a pound at the mountain rendezvous

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