I20 Wilderness Ways. 



One day in winter, when after caribou, I came upon 

 a very large lynx track, the largest I have ever seen. 

 It was two days old; but it led in my direction, toward 

 the caribou barrens, and I followed it to see what I 

 should see. 



Presently it joined four other lynx trails, and a mile 

 farther on all five trails went forward in great flying 

 leaps, each lynx leaving a hole in the snow as big as a 

 bucket at every jump. A hundred yards of this kind 

 of traveling and the trails joined another trail, — that 

 of a wounded caribou from the barrens. His tracks 

 showed that he had been traveling with difficulty on 

 three legs. Here was a place where he had stood 

 to listen; and there was another place where even 

 untrained eyes might see that he had plunged forward 

 with a start of fear. It was a silent story, but full of 

 eager interest in every detail. 



The lucivee tracks now showed different tactics. 

 They crossed and crisscrossed the trail, appearing now 

 in front, now behind, now on either side the wounded 

 bull, evidently closing in upon him warily. Here and 

 there was a depression in the snow where one had 

 crouched, growling, as the game passed. Then the 

 struggle began. First, there was a trampled place in 

 the snow where the bull had taken a stand and the big 

 cats went creeping about him, waiting for a chance to 



