snowshoes. If he had missed his aim, no doubt it would have gone hard
with him.

[Illustration: As the wolf dashed away, the bounding clog sent the snow
flying, and the hunter rushed in pursuit, while the wolf dodged among
the trees to escape a blow from Oo-koo-hoo. Then it bolted again, and
ran straight for a few yards until the clog caught and held fast. The
hunter, pressing on with raised axe, had no time to draw back when the
brute sprang for him . . . See Chapter IV.]

A few slant rays of the sun penetrating the deep gloom of the thick
forest and reminding us that day was fast passing, we decided to camp
there for the night. So we cut a mattress of brush, made a fire, and
refreshed ourselves with supper before we started to skin the wolf.


THE WAYS OF A WOLF

Talk of wolves prevailed all evening, and Oo-koo-hoo certainly had a
store of information upon that subject. In expressing surprise that a
wolf had strength enough to jerk about a big drag-log, as though it
were merely a small stick, he replied that once when he had killed a
full-grown bull-moose and dressed and hung up the meat, he had left for
camp with part of his prize, but on returning again to the cache, he
had found a wolf moving off with one of the hindquarters. It must have
weighed close upon a hundred pounds. But perhaps, if I quote Charles
Mair, the strength and endurance of a wolf will be better realized: "In
the sketch of 'North-Western America' (1868) Archbishop Tache, of St.
Boniface, Manitoba, recounts a remarkable instance of persevering
fortitude exhibited by a large, dark wolf caught in a steel trap at