That night they heard again and again the howling of wolves, but it seemed on the far side of the lake.

In the morning they went out on foot to explore, and at once had the joy of seeing five deer, while tracks showed on every side.

It was evidently a paradise for deer, and there were in less degree the tracks of other animals--mink in fair abundance, one or two otters, a mountain lion, and a cow moose with her calf.

It was thrilling to see such a feast of possibilities.

The hunters were led on and on, revelling in the prospect of many joys before them, when all at once they came on something that turned their joy to grief--the track of a man; the fresh imprint of a cowhide boot.
It was maddening.