Kazan--the bad dog, the half-wolf, the killer--was the best four-legged friend I ever had.

He died near Fort MacPherson, on the Peel River, and is buried there.

And Kazan was the father of Baree; Gray Wolf, the full-blooded wolf, was his mother.

Nepeese, the Willow, still lives near God's Lake; and it was in the country of Nepeese and her father that for three lazy months I watched the doings at Beaver Town, and went on fishing trips with Wakayoo, the bear.

Sometimes I have wondered if old Beaver Tooth himself did not in some way understand that I had made his colony safe for his people.