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Updated: May 20, 2025
He was sniffing about an old log which smelled strongly of mice when a fresh puff of the wind brought him a strong man-scent. At this dread odor the hair rose upon his neck and fear told him to slip quietly away in the opposite direction from which the scent came. He was about to obey this instinct when the wind again freshened and a new odor filled his nostrils.
It consists of a padlock and chain and where this is found one had better leave the cursed thing untried for it will never be broken or removed. By the first shake of the gate and the corresponding rattle Alcatraz knew that the sliding board fastened it. He sniffed for it and found it very easily, for always the latch-board is the one heaviest with the man-scent.
For days after that Gray Wolf ran lame, and when once they came upon the remains of an old camp, Kazan's teeth were bared in snarling hatred of the man-scent that had been left behind. Growing in him there was a desire for vengeance vengeance for his own hurts, and for Gray Wolf's.
"Yes, I will," replied Rolf, remembering now that he had omitted to deodorize his traps and his boots. He made a fire of cedar and smoked his traps, chains, and all. Then taking a piece of raw venison he rubbed it on his leather gloves and on the soles of his boots, wondering how he had expected to succeed the night before with all these man-scent killers left out.
The man-scent was dangerous and henceforth he must flee at the slightest suspicion of the proximity of man. The rank sulphurous smell of gunpowder, too, and the roar, like thunder, that echoed away through the cavernous woods, were things that he would remember.
He came down the ridge with the slow indifference of a full-fed animal, and with only a half of his old cunning; trotted across the softening snow of an opening and stopped where the man-scent was so strong that he lifted his head straight up to the sky and sent out to his comrades in forest and plain the warning signal that he had struck a human trail.
But soon even the remembrance of the pleasant voices, that in some strange way suggested something dim and distant, was forgotten, the man-scent on the bars of his cage was obliterated, and Black Bruin was back in the old rut, bumping and thumping over paving-stones and seeing his van continually being rolled on or off the flat car which carried it.
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