THE WOLF OF MUSKOKA 165 



" Weary, cold, and miserable, I finally huddled 

 myself among some empty sacks, and fell asleep. 

 It was broad daylight when I awoke, and my 

 limbs were stiff and sore. The wolves had 

 entirely disappeared, and as I pulled back the 

 barriers of the door I saw Jack, pale and fainting, 

 leaning against the side of the hut. 



tc At first I thought he was dead, but after I 

 had dragged him into the shanty I perceived 

 that he was in a half-frozen stupor. I wrapped 

 round him every possible covering I could find, 

 and as I lay by his side and watched, he fell 

 into an easy sleep. My relief that he was likely 

 to recover quickly was inexpressible. While Jack 

 remained asleep I had leisure to examine the 

 crude dwelling that had proved such c a tewer 

 of refuge' to me against the wolves. 



" The timbers were hewn carelessly, being 

 squared and fitted with no other tool than the 

 ordinary backwoodsman's axe. Mud and 

 boughs had been rammed in the open places, 

 though daylight was visible here and there. 

 Standing, as a fixture in the centre, was a table 

 supported by huge blocks. Upon this table 

 still remained the rude appointments of a simple 

 meal. The fat adhered to the frying-pan, and 



