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Updated: June 7, 2025
Why did the two wolves not destroy the fisher-cat, the ermine and the marten? Why was their feud with the lynx alone? Weyman was strangely thrilled. He was a lover of wild things, and for that reason he never carried a gun. And when he saw Henri placing poison-baits for the two marauders, he shuddered, and when, day after day, he saw that these poison-baits were untouched, he rejoiced.
She did not yet know the meaning of poison-baits, deadfalls and traps, but the instinct of numberless generations was in her veins, and it told her there was danger in visiting a second time a thing that had grown cold in death. Kazan had seen masters work about carcasses that the wolves had left.
Little Jim had almost reached its nest with its lovely burden when Falkner captured it. "You little cuss!" he breathed reverently. "Now I know you come from her! I know it!" In the weeks that followed the storm Falkner again followed his trap-lines, and scattered poison-baits for the white foxes on the Barren. Early in January the second great storm of that year came from out of the North.
It was because of this that the wild things had come fully into the possession of their world for a space. There was no longer the scent of man in all the wilderness. They were not hunted. There were no traps laid for their feet, no poison-baits placed temptingly where they might pass.
And because a mink jumped at him once, and tore open his nose, he destroyed a number of minks so utterly that their pelts were spoiled. He found himself another windfall, but instinct taught him now never to go to it directly, but to approach it, and leave it, in a roundabout way. Day and night Le Beau, the man-brute, plotted against him. He set many poison-baits.
Can you leave your foxes and poison-baits and your deadfalls long enough for that?" A moment Pierre hesitated. Then he said: "I will take the message." Until late that night Philip sat up writing his report. He had started out to run down a band of Indian thieves.
I came down in the early November snow. He is not far away or he would have taken his rifle. Probably setting a few fresh poison-baits after the storm." They heard the sweep of a low wind. It often came at night after a storm, usually from off the Barrens to the northwest.
"Yes, it is cold so cold the foxes will not run. My traps and poison-baits will need no tending tomorrow." "Unless you dig them out of the drifts." "I will stay in the cabin." "What! You are not going to Lac Bain!" "I doubt it." "Even though Elise, your cousin, is to be there?" "I have no stomach for it, m'sieu. Nor would you were you in my boots, and did you know why he is going.
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