THE WOLVERENE 
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“If the trap catch something, the wolverene maybe 
eat the animal it catch before I get there. He eat any' 
thing. He tear into the black bear and whip him. 
Look—I make him snarl, so you see his great teeth 
and jaws.” 
Pierre kicked the iron cage and the wolverene 
crouched ready to fight. Its teeth appeared to be as 
long and strong as those in a lion’s mouth. It had 
sharp claws, too. One could easily see how so fierce 
a creature might fight. 
“Do they kill people?” Buck asked. 
“No. They do not attack man,” Pierre said. “But 
they steal from him. They steal his bait and his catch 
in the traps, and they steal from his house lak bun 
glar. Come, I show you.” 
Pierre took them to a comer of his house, the con 
ner of what must have been the kitchen. There, near 
the ground, sections of old logs had been replaced 
by new ones. It was plain that a hole had been cut 
through the old logs, for their ends were jagged and 
the sides of others were uneven and gnawed. 
“Once in there I have sack of flour, much bacon, 
beans, canned foods and clothing. I get ready for 
winter time, when I cannot come out easily for sup- 
plies that I need. I make the log cabin strong, and 
