Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-09

In two or three minutes the flames were
cracking up clear and free. with little spit
tngs and fine hissings where the flakes fell at
their thin edges
Having collected pile of dry sticks within easy
reach, the stretched couple of stitched caribou
hides poles to form soping roof over his head
cooked himself hasty stew of pemmican and biscuit
made hearty meal and squatted before the fire with
his back against his sedge to smoke and wait He knew
how to wait like Indian when there was anything
to be gained by it, and his heart weary of pemmcan
set on fresh meat.
There was no sign of the storm breaking There was
hunting in the storm. There nothing to
fear; for it three weeks since he had sign
of the wolves that had eaten his dogs and he knew they
had ranged off the trail of the vanished caribou
There was nothing to do. He was warm and filled and
free from care. Some hundred miles away there
was post and human companionship, to which he
looked forward with unhurried content. In due time
he would arrive there and find it, always before,
changed like all else in that land of inevitable
renee Meantime this afternoon perhaps. to-mor-
row. he would shoot young musk He drew
his furs well about him and dozed off Sleep knowing
that the moment the fire began to get dangerously low
unfailing instinct would bid him awake to tend it.
WHILE he slept the storm drove unreenting
the place of his retreat and kept heapng the thin
dry in fringes and wreaths upon the shaggy low
ering fronts of the musk phalanx. From time to
time massive head would shake off the burden and
emerge black and menaclng. And always, with unwav-
erng vigilance the army of angry eyes and short sharp
horns confronted the group of discontinued wolves
NOW, it CHANGED. the trapper wrong in his as
would have made great difference in his calculations
had he known twas that they had been cautiously
trailing him since he left his hut. But they knew
something of those wolves and they feared him.
They not quite mad with hunger they had not
yet pucked up courage to reveal themselves him. still
less to commit themselves to open attack. They
dreaded his eye They dreaded his sharp authoritative
voice They dreaded his mysterious power of striking
nvisiby from very far off. Had they had any choice
they would far rather have been running down the carl
bou than trailing this solitary trapper; but the craving
belly is hard master, and they had choice but to
follow whittier it scourged them Moreover, they
knew that along the trail of the there likely
to be pckngs; for fastidous feeder never eats
all he kills.
When. at last the trail of the man had led them into
that of the musk oxen the pack had been glad. So
much the more. therefore, their disappointed rage
when they found the herd ready for their attack and
strong in point of numbers and experienced leader
ship. to be stampeded. Seeing the prey near with
each moment of their discontinue their hunger and
their fury grew
SUDDENLY, without visible sign warming it
~ seemed to boil over all at The whole pack
sprang together swift the snap of whip, into
pact and hurled itself straight upon the circle of
lowered horns. The charge looked irresistible 1t
seemed that the most dauntless crnge and shrink
before it.
But the point attacked strong in the array.
1t was held by the wise old bull At either side of him
the shaggy black heads breathed hard snorted loudly
but not horn wavered. And in the face of this stead