more, and perhaps did a little howling, too. Then they circled again,
each time coming closer, until at last, feeling quite sure the
wolverine was dead, one of the wolves, in a careless way, ventured too
near. No doubt it was then that the wolverine, peeping through his
almost closed eyelids, had seen his chance--that the nearest wolf was
now not only within reach, but off guard, too--for the snow gave
evidence of a sudden spring. The wolverine had landed upon the back of
the wolf, clung on with his powerful forelegs, and not only ripped away
at the wolf's belly with the long, sharp claws of his free hind foot,
but with his terrible jaws had seized the wolf by the neck and chewed
away at the spinal cord. Then, no doubt, the other wolves, seeing
their comrade overpowered and done to death, had turned away and left
the scene of battle. Later, Larzie had arrived, and after killing the
wolverine and skinning both the conqueror and the conquered, had
lighted his pipe and leisurely read every detail of the story in that
morning's issue of the forest publication called _The Snow_.

Next morning, when I turned out before breakfast, I found that
Oo-koo-hoo had left camp before daylight; and half the afternoon passed
before he returned. That evening he explained that during the previous
night, the thought of the wolverine having haunted him and spoilt his
rest, he had decided on a certain plan, risen before dawn, and started
upon the trail. Now he was full of the subject, and without my asking,
described what he had done. Securing a number of fish hooks--trout
size--he had wired them together, enclosed them in the centre of a ball
of grease which he had placed inside an old canvas bag, and fastened
there with the aid of wires attached to the hooks. Then, carrying the
bag to where he found fairly fresh wolverine signs, he had dropped it
upon the trail as though it had accidentally fallen there. The
wolverine, he explained, would probably at first attempt to carry away