THE INDIAN DEVIL. 155 



cleaning out the traps. Each used to take a 

 line end, each slep for that night solitary in the 

 wilds. 



On our return from one of our trips we met 

 on the edge of the clearing and when we got to 

 our shanty we noticed things looked strange and 

 yet we could not tell -for a moment what it was. 

 On opening the door things looked stranger 

 still, for on the floor was a mixture of mostly all 

 our belongings, flour, matches, moccasins, to- 

 bacco, soap and numerous other things and 

 sifted over all was ashes. 



One would think a hurricane had come down 

 the chimney and blown everything loose, but we 

 knew better. Some animal must have done this 

 devastation and we could call that animal by 

 his right name by reading his work. Yes, a 

 wolverine had been there and we fell to calling 

 him some appropriate names and as we went 

 along, we invented other names which our cuss 

 vocabulary did not possess. 



During a momentary lull in our burst of 

 passion, we heard a slight scratching under the 

 table and there we found the worker of all the 

 mischief. A blow of the axe finished him then 

 and there and he was pulled out into the light. 

 Our surprise was great to find most of the hair 

 on his head singed off and he was blind in both 



