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but never a one could he see. Walking away for about a 

 hundred yards he began to circle the tree, but still without 

 success. He circled again with about an eighth of a mile 

 radius, but still no wolf tracks were to be seen. As a last resort 

 he circled once more about a quarter of a mile from the tree, 

 and this time he was rewarded; he found wolf tracks in the 

 snow. There had been three wolves. They had been running 

 full gallop. Moreover, they had been trailing a white-tailed 

 deer; but never once had either deer or wolves paused in their 

 run, nor had they come within a quarter of a mile of the tree 

 in which the greenhorns from the city had spent the night. Of 

 such material are the man-chasing, man-killing wolf stories 

 made. 



Frequently I have had timber-wolves follow me, sometimes 

 for half an hour or so; on one occasion two of the largest and 

 handsomest timber-wolves I ever saw followed me for over two 

 hours. During that time they travelled all round me, ahead, 

 behind, and on either side; and occasionally they came within 

 sixty or seventy feet of me. Yet never once, by action or ex- 

 pression, did they show any signs other than those which two 

 friendly but very shy dogs might have shown toward me. 



THE WOLF THAT KILLED A MAN 



Of course, wolves will attack a man; when they are trapped, 

 wounded, or cornered — just as a muskrat will; but of all the 

 wolf stories I have ever heard, in which wolves killed a man, 

 the following is the only one I have any reason to believe, as 

 it was told me first-hand by a gentleman whose word I honour, 

 and whose unusual knowledge of animal life and northern 

 travel places his story beyond a doubt. 



One winter's day in the seventies, when Mr. William Corn- 

 wallis King was in charge of Fort Rae, one of the Hudson's 

 Bay Company's posts on Great Slave Lake, he was snowshoe- 



