Raymond S. Spears

“ Dawn began to show faintly in the east. Afar off he heard the hoot of an owl, and then the answer of another. Finally there came to his ears a distant yelp, the cry of a wolf—a kind of rallying cry, and yet only a tentative one. ”

“ The snow around the spruce-tree was packed down hard by the springs of hundreds of sets of wolf-paws. Splotches of blood and scattered gray hair on the snow told where wounded wolves had been torn to pieces by their cannibal comrades.
French Louie needed no snow-shoes for a hundred feet around the scene of bis victory. Whichever way he turned, he found poisoned wolves drawn up or stretched out in the rigors of death.
"Now ain' dat a tarn nuisance!" he growled. "By gar! I bet I got to skin feefty of dem tam wolfs! By gar! A feller got to work pretty hard for a livin', by gar, he has! ”

“ Dem fellers is hongry!" French Louie repeated. "Dey so hongry, by gar, I better feed 'em! I feed 'em some! I wonder where is dat ole Two Toes, whose track I see aroun' so much! Hello, Two Toes! Every feller keep still, so Two Toes can talk! Eh, speak, yo' ole feller!"
For reply the wolves almost split their throats, as they clawed up around the trunk of the tree. The old trapper looked down into twenty pairs of glowing eyes of a dull, fiery red, winking and turning. ”

“ He kept on molding the pills and throwing them down. He was economical of his meat, but not too much so. He threw down every one of his capsules and then tossed down the thirty-odd pills which he had molded out of tallow—little cubes of tallow, hollowed out, filled with the poison, and then plugged up and sealed with a hot knife-blade. ”