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New York and that a couple of cats were wailing 

 under my bedroom window. Their noise increased 

 so that I awoke, and then I heard unaccountable 

 caterwauls. They were very loud and near, at least 

 one of the creatures was. At length I got up to sec. 

 Here on the lake a few yards from the tent was a loon 

 swimming about, minutely inspecting the tent and 

 uttering at intervals deep cat-like mews in expression 

 of his curiosity. 



The south wind had blown for some days before we 

 arrived, and the result was to fill the country with Cari- 

 bou coming from the north. The day after we came, 

 the north wind set in, and continued for three days, 

 so that soon there was not a Caribou to be found in 

 the region. 



In the afternoon I went up the hill to where Weeso 

 left the offal of his deer. A large yellowish animal 

 was there feeding. It disappeared over a rock and I 

 could get no second view of it. It may have been a 

 wolf, as I saw a fresh wolf trail near; I did not, however, 

 see the animal's tail. 



In the evening Preble and I went again, and again 

 the creature was there, but disappeared as mysteriously 

 as before when we were 200 yards away. Where it 

 went we could not guess. The country was open and 

 we scoured it with eye and glass, but saw nothing more 

 of the prowler. It seemed to be a young Arctic wolf, 

 yellowish white in colour, but tailless. 



Next day at noon Preble and Billy returned bearing 

 the illusive visitor; it was a large Lynx. It was very 

 thin and yet, after bleeding, weighed 22 pounds. But 



