ct of this deer. So they began watching very carefully
the distant shore, from which the deer had come, and after a while one
who had been shading his eyes gave a start and whispered earnestly:

"Wolf! wolf!"

And sure enough there was, for trotting up and down on the shore was a
great, fierce, northern grey wolf, he must have got on the trail of the
deer and alarmed her, but not before she had time to rush from her
retreat with the fawn and spring into the water. They must have got
quite a distance out from shore before the wolf reached the water, as
the Indians said, judging by the way the wolf ran up and down on the
beach, trying to find the trail; he had not seen them in the water.

Wolves do not take to water like bears. It is true they can swim when
necessary, but they cannot make much of a fight in the water. A full-
grown deer can easily drown a wolf that is rash enough to dare to attack
him in the deep water. The Indians would have liked to have gone ashore
and made an effort to get in the rear of the wolf and had a shot at him,
but this was at present out of the question. So they only paddled in
between the swimming deer and fawn and the shore from whence they had
come. This enabled them to escape to the shore opposite from the wolf.
Shortly after, as the wolf, so angry at being baffled of his prey while
the scent was so hot on the shore, came running along in plain sight.
The Indians carefully fired a couple of bullets at him. These, while
not killing him, went near enough to cause him to give a great jump of
surprise and alarm, and to suddenly disappear in the forest.

"Sometime soon we get that wolf," said one of the Indians.

How he did get it we will have him tell us some time later on.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

THE OLD FORT AGAIN--AURORA BOREALIS--UNEXPECTED ARRIVALS--FUR TRADERS--
HEAD WINDS--CAMP ANNOYANCES--CAMP FIRE YARNS.

We must now return to our other friends, whom we left at the Old Fort.
Some days were spent at this favourite old hunting ground.

With Mr Ross the boys visited the site of their former camp, where the
cyclone wrought such havoc, and where they had had such a narrow escape.
They were all amazed as they examined the trunks of the trees twisted
off, and saw how, like a swath of grass cut through a meadow, the
irresistible hurricane had swept through the dense forest.

Never had any of them seen anything to equal this, and they were very
grateful for providential deliv