the other wolves, seeing
their comrade overpowered and done to death, had turned away and left
the scene of battle. Later, Larzie had arrived, and after killing the
wolverine and skinning both the conqueror and the conquered, had
lighted his pipe and leisurely read every detail of the story in that
morning's issue of the forest publication called _The Snow_.

Next morning, when I turned out before breakfast, I found that
Oo-koo-hoo had left camp before daylight; and half the afternoon passed
before he returned. That evening he explained that during the previous
night, the thought of the wolverine having haunted him and spoilt his
rest, he had decided on a certain plan, risen before dawn, and started
upon the trail. Now he was full of the subject, and without my asking,
described what he had done. Securing a number of fish hooks--trout
size--he had wired them together, enclosed them in the centre of a ball
of grease which he had placed inside an old canvas bag, and fastened
there with the aid of wires attached to the hooks. Then, carrying the
bag to where he found fairly fresh wolverine signs, he had dropped it
upon the trail as though it had accidentally fallen there. The
wolverine, he explained, would probably at first attempt to carry away
the bag, but on scenting the grease it would paw the bag about; then,
upon discovering the opening, it would thrust its head inside, seize
the ball of grease in its mouth, and start to pull it out. "If that
should happen," commented Oo-koo-hoo, "the wolverine would never leave
that spot alive; it would just lie there and wait for me to come and
knock it on the head."

But now at last--as later events proved--Oo-koo-hoo, the great hunter,
had encountered his match. Now it was no longer an unequal contest,
for now two could play at cunning--especially when both were masters at
the game. Three times The Owl visited his latest wolverine trap, only
to learn that twice the brute had inspected it and spurned it, for its
tracks proved that caution had kept the animal more than five feet
away. Later, as the winter wore on, the subject of wolverines was
rarely mentioned as it did not add to the cheerfulness of Oo-koo-hoo's
otherwise happy mood.

THE BEST FOOT-GEAR

About a week later, with a few days' outfit loaded upon our sled,
Oo-koo-hoo and I were heading first for the Moose Hills where we were
to hunt moose, and if successful, to cache the meat where Granny and
the boys