the handle of an axe to force open the jaws before the
wounded arm could be released.

"Well done, Sam," was the chorus that rang out from all. After Mr
Ross's arm had been stripped, and some decoction of Indian herbs, which
were quickly gathered, had been applied, Sam told of his suspicions when
the eyelids quivered, and of his precaution in getting his gun ready.
Of course it would have been better if he had mentioned it at the time,
but he feared to be laughed at, and he said that he thought at the time
that perhaps the wolf's eyelids had the same habit as a snake's tail, of
moving for some time after the animal is dead.

The dead wolf was examined for other wounds, and found to be shot
through the body, behind the ribs, where no vital organ had been
touched. This shot had given it a momentary paralysis, which had caused
it to drop so flat upon the ground. The Indians' idea was that it
recovered itself while they were all around it, and so it cunningly lay
still, hoping to get away when they left, but Mr Ross's handling was
too much of an insult to be ignored, and so it suddenly sprang at him as
described.

Of course this wounded arm must be promptly attended to more thoroughly
than it could be on this wild spot, and so every Indian was set to work
to skin the wolves, and then the home trip began.

Three Boys in the Wild North Land--by Egerton Ryerson Young

CHAPTER TEN.

ROMANTIC COURTSHIP--THE HAPPY FAMILY--A CANOE PICNIC--MUSTAGAN--A
PROWLING BEAR--A WOMAN'S SHOT.

When the full details of the battle with the wolves came out, and the
fact of the prominent part that Sam had played in the rescue of Mr
Ross, his family were at first very much excited at his narrow escape,
and then full of congratulations for Sam for his shrewdness, and the
promptitude with which he acted.

We have as yet said but little about this interesting family, and so we
will use some of the time while Mr Ross is recovering from his wounds
in giving a few details which we are sure will be most interesting, as
some of them partake most decidedly of the romantic.

Mr Ross, like many a Hudson Bay official, was rather late in life in
choosing his wife. His busy life in the service, where on each
promotion he was removed from one post to another, made it almost
impossible to set up a home. When he decided to do so his plan was very
romantic. In those remote, lonely regions there are not many white
families from which the young