It was a chunk of frozen caribou flesh transfixed on a stick, and without questioning the manner of its presence he gnawed at it ravenously.

Only Jacques Le Beau, who lived eight or ten miles to the east, could have explained the situation.
Miki had rolled into one of his trap-houses, and it was the bait he was eating.
There was not much of it, but it fired Miki's blood with new life.
There was smell in his nostrils now, and he began clawing in the snow.
After a little his teeth struck something hard and cold.

It was steel--a fisher trap.

He dragged it up from under a foot of snow, and with it came a huge rabbit.

The snow had so protected the rabbit that, although several days dead, it was not frozen stiff.