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scavenger, the wolverine. I say " foul " because this 

 creature, the pest of the Northland Indian, invariably soils 

 in the cache what he cannot carry off. In our case he had 

 had abundant time to carry on his despoilation. 



Well, it was a sad disappointment to find that the mo- 

 notony of our Barren Ground diet or, rather, fast was 

 not yet to be broken ; but I do not think we minded 

 it much. We had grown used to it. It was so much 

 easier to go hungry by a warming fire. 



