I need not enter into the details ot a nun 

 dred devices that i employed to circumvent 

 this 'loup-garou': there was no combination 

 of strychnine, arsenic, cyanide, or prussic acid, 

 that I did not essay ; there was no manner ot 

 flesh that I did not try as bait but morning 

 after morning, as I rode forth to ieani the result, 

 I found that all my efforts had been useless 

 The old king was too cunning tor me. A sin- 

 gle instance will show his wonderful sagacity 

 Acting on the hint ot an old trapper, I melted 

 some cheese together with the kidney fat of a 

 freshly killed heifer, stewing it in a china dish, 

 and cutting it with a bone knife to avoid the 

 taint of metal. When the mixture was cool, I 

 cut it into lumps, and making a hole in one 

 side of each lump, I inserted a large dose of 

 strychnine and cyanide, contained in a capsule 

 that was impermeable by any odor; finally I 

 sealed the holes up with pieces of the cheese 

 itself. During the whole process, I wore a 

 pair of gloves steeped in the hot blood of the 

 heifer, and even avoided breathing on the 

 baits. When all was ready, I put them in a 

 raw-hide bag rubbed all over with blood, and 

 rode forth dragging the liver and kidneys of 

 the beef at the end of a rope. With this I 

 made a ten-mile circuit, dropping a bait at 



