Raymond S. Spears

“ Every time he killed a wolf he regarded it as a victory, a compliment to his own skill, a relief for his pent-in feelings.
To hear him talk, taking no notice of his triumphant tone, one would have supposed that wolves were the least worthy of his pursuits, that he obtained them by accident, and that his real efforts were concentrated on worth-while creatures—mink, marten, fisher, lynx, and the like. The fact was that French Louie would neglect all other game for the pleasure of circumventing a wolf, even if it were only an ignorant wolf-pup. ”

“ He would call a fox a muskrat, just to insult him, and then he would call him next brother to a wolf. Sometimes a fox would display great spirit, and again one would show no more judgment or heart than a rabbit. ”

“ I do belief dat I foun' my wolf-pocket at las'!" French Louie grimaced and danced. "Wolfs—wolfs—wolfs! Everywhere is dem wolfs! By gar! Come deep snow, an' dem fellers get hongry—by gar! I bet dem tam wolfs like to set deir teeths into dem tough bones an' muscles dat I got! By gar! Wat dey miss in fat, I bet dey take op in consolation dat it's me! Well, I won't let no tam wolfs drive me out. Too mooch mink, too goot marten, fisher, fox, muskrats aroun'! ”