5i 
The Way of the Wolf 
across a bit of snow and dive back to cover under the 
moss again, as if he enjoyed the feeling of the cold 
snow under his feet in the summer sunshine. He has 
tunnels there, too, going down to solid ice, where he 
hides things to keep which would spoil if left in the 
heat of his den under the mossy stone, and when food 
is scarce he draws upon these cold-storage rooms; but 
most of his summer snow journeys, if one may judge 
from watching him and from following his tracks, are 
taken for play or comfort, just as the bull caribou comes 
up to lie in the snow, with the strong sea wind in his 
face, to escape the flies which swarm in the thickets be¬ 
low. Owl and hawk, fox and weasel and wildcat,— all 
the prowlers of the day and night have long since discov¬ 
ered these good hunting-grounds and leave the prints 
of wing and claw over the records of the wood-mice; but 
still Tookhees returns, led by his love of the snow-fields, 
and thrives and multiplies spite of all his enemies. 
One moonlit night the old wolf took her cubs to the 
edge of one of these snow-fields, where the eager eyes 
soon noticed dark streaks shooting hither and yon 
over the bare white surface. At first they chased them 
wildly; but one might as well try to catch a moonbeam, 
which has not so many places to hide as a wood-mouse. 
Then, remembering the grasshoppers, they crouched 
and crept and so caught a few. Meanwhile old mother 
wolf lay still in hiding, contenting herself with snapping 
