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the whelps whining. We chirped to the dog, and as he 

 came out one whelp came close enough. We caught 

 him with the hoop. Then we tried the fish pole again. 

 Nothing doing! We went and set the six traps in the 

 paths that came in towards the den. We went to the 

 den, let the dog go under again, but nothing doing. 

 Tried the fish pole again. Got nothing. We had a 

 heavy chalk line with us. I took the wolf we got in 

 the morning, tied this chalk line to his neck, crawled 

 under as far as I could get and let him go back into 

 the den, letting the line out as fast as he went in. He 

 went whining along until he found company. Then 

 we began to pull him back. He began to whine and 

 kept it up until we drew him up to us. Now it was as 

 dark as night, our body filled the hole so we could see 

 nothing. We felt back of the one we had, and got one 

 of the remaining ones by a leg, held on to him, backed 

 out of the den ; so now we had six out of the seven. 

 A cousin of mine, a slim, puny boy of sixteen, wanted 

 to go with me this day, and I took him along, as he 

 was so anxious to see a Vv'olf den, and as it was after- 

 noon we went to where I had camped the first night 

 out, to eat our dinner. It was not over fifty rods from 

 the den. After dinner I asked my cousin to go trout 

 fishing with me for an hour or two. He said he would 

 rather lie down and sleep, as he got up so early, so I 

 went fishing for one and a half hours and caught 85 

 nice trout, but on my return I was startled not to find 

 the boy. I 'hollered' as loud as I could yell, but got no 

 answer. As we looked around we noticed our knap- 



