74 CAPTAIN CART WRIGHT'S 



Monday, April 8, 1771. At ten o'clock Mil- 

 mouth came from the Lodge to remain with me. 

 Soon afterwards two of the sealers called to in- 

 form me that they had killed a wolf at the East 

 end of this island, which had got into one of their 

 traps upon White-Fox Island this morning. He 

 travelled at such a rate with the trap upon one 

 of his fore feet, that they had much difficulty to 

 overtake him, though assisted by a couple of stout 

 Newfoundland dogs; for the wolf so intimidated 

 the dogs, by frequently snapping at them as he 

 ran, that they were afraid to attack him. I went 

 with them to take a view of the beast, and a large 

 old dog he was, but very poor; for he had been 

 impelled by hunger to haunt about the sealers' 

 house for some time past, to eat the seals' bones 

 which had been left half picked by their dogs. 

 Milmouth and I were employed all the rest of the 

 day in cutting boughs to sewel the harbour, in 

 order to cause the deer to come close to a point 

 of Eyre Island, where I intend to watch for them. 



It snowed hard all last night, and drifted the 

 whole of this day. 



Tuesday, April 9, 1771. A man came from Seal 

 Island and brought me a forequarter of the wolf, 

 a piece of which was roasted for dinner, but it 

 proved so hard, dry, tough, and rank, that I could 

 swallow but one mouthful. As I was, however, 

 determined to get the better of my squeamish 

 stomach, I set the remainder by for supper, but 

 my success was not then much greater. At one 

 o'clock I joined Haines, and we made a shooting- 



