In them are the spirits of devils." He opened the cabin door a little, so that the mad cry of the beasts came to them plainly.

When he closed it there was in his eyes a look of strange fear.
"Now and then wolves go like that--KESKWAO (stark mad)--in the dead of winter," he shuddered.

"Three days ago there were twenty of them, m'sieu, for I saw them with my own eyes, and counted their tracks in the snow.

Since then they been murdered and torn into strings by the others of the pack.

Listen to them ravin'! Can you tell me why, m'sieu?
Can you tell me why wolves sometimes go mad in the heart of winter when there is no heat or rotten meat to turn them sick?
NON?
But I can tell you.