100 ACROSS THE SUB-ARCTICS OF CANADAS 
by our dare-devil young Westerner, and on this occasion, 
quickly availing himself of my offer, he started down 
the steep hill at a break-neck pace, followed by John, 
in a bee-line for the wolverine. 
No sagacious Indian cunning, of which we so often 
read, was brought to play in the hunt. It was merely 
a question of which could run the faster and keep it up 
the longer. The wolverine is not a swift animal, nature 
having provided him with only short limbs, but on this 
occasion he used such as he had to the very best possible 
advantage, and with a rolling gait made his way off. 
across the rough stony plains at a record-breaking pace. 
His pursuers were, however, soon observed to be gain- 
ing on him, and as the distance between the runners 
gradually lessened, the race became exciting, even to 
me, looking on from the hill-top. 
Once or twice in their wild chase the men had bad — 
tumbles, but recovering themselves, continued to gain 
on the wolverine until they had almost overhauled him. 
Then “bang” went the revolver, and the glutton, un- 
hurt, dodging around some rocks, was almost run upon 
by Francois, who in his excitement fired again, and at. 
the same time took a header. It appeared as if he had 
shot himself instead of the wolverine, but he had done 
neither; he had only experienced another bad tumble 
on the rough, rocky ground. Gathering himself up 
again, Francois followed in hot pursuit, making a most 
determined chase, but just as he was about to do the 
tragic act, Mr. Wolverine disappeared among the broken 
rocks, and could not any more be found. 
Thus ended the hunt, and the men, greatly disgusted, 
wearily recrossed the plain and climbed the hill. 
