The Home of tne Wolverene and Beaver. 1 1 3 



course taken by the wounded bull, was fortunately 

 close at hand. 



" What in the world are you going to do with 

 that thing?" asked Paul, as he watched the Canadian 

 washing and cleansing the snout. 



"Ah, Monsieur Paul, you not know von good 

 ting, de monjle it is trl'S deiicieuse!' 



*' You don't mean to eat it, surely .'' " 



" Monsieur shall see," and Pierre applied himself 

 afresh to the preparation of his delicacy, which he 

 eventually put into a saucepan, from whence issued, 

 in time, a most savoury odour. When it was 

 eventually drawn forth, and Paul found that it was 

 a rich, juicy, gelatinous substance, not at all unlike 

 the green fat of the turtle, he quickly changed his 

 opinion, and made his supper chiefly off the dainty 

 he had so lately despised. Before they had finished 

 the meal a long howl was heard in the woods which 

 startled Paul, who was listening eagerly for any 

 signs of Groves' return, and made him anxiously 

 ask the hunter its meaning. 



" C est tin lonp, a rascal wolf. Monsieur Paul, and to- 

 morrow I shall set my traps to catch him by the feets. 

 He is call his compatriots to manger the moose." 



"Are they at all likely to hurt Mr. Groves.''"' 

 asked the young man, anxiously. 



" No, never fear ; they are not yet enough hungry." 

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