Leading a vengeful existence, resenting the intrusion of the
logger,  the  argropelter deals  misery  to the lumber jack  from
Maine  to  Oregon.   Ill fares the man who attempts  to  pass  a
Hollow  tree  in  which one of these creatures has taken  up  its
temporary  abode.   The unfortunate is usually  found  smashed
or  pinned by a dead branch and reported as having been killed
by  a  falling  limb.    So unerring is the aim  of   the  argropelter
that  despite diligent search I have been unable to locate  more
than  one man who has been the target for one of their  missiles
and  yet survived to describe the beast.  (Cox 35)