to be especially for bears and wolves as it was a good region for both
those animals. At supper time a snow flurry overtook us and whitened
the forest. As we sat around the fire that evening, the last evening
of our trip, Oo-koo-hoo again began worrying about the presence of
wolverines, recalling many of his experiences with those destructive
animals. But none of his stories equalled the following, told once by
Chief Factor Thompson.

MEGUIR AND THE WOLVERINE

It happened years ago when an old Dog-rib Indian, called Meguir, was
living and hunting in the vicinity of Fort Rae on Great Slave Lake.
The Dog-rib and his family of five had been hunting Barren Ground
Caribou, and after killing, skinning, and cutting up a number of deer,
had built a stage upon which they placed the venison. Moving on and
encountering another herd of caribou, they killed again, and cutting up
the game, stored it this time in a log cache. Again setting out on the
hunt--for they were laying in their supply of deer meat for the
winter--they again met with success; but as it was in a district devoid
of trees, they simply covered the meat with brush; and while Meguir and
his wife set off to haul the first lot of meat to camp, the three
grandchildren set to work to haul in the last. On continuing their
work the next day the children brought in word that a wolverine, or
carcajou, had visited the log cache; so Meguir set off at once to
investigate the story.

When he arrived, he found the cache torn asunder, and the meat gone.
Wolverine tracks were plentiful and mottled the snow in many
directions, but on circling, Meguir found a trail that led away, and on
following it up, he came upon a quarter of deer. He circled again,
trailed another track, found more meat, and after a few hours' work he
had recovered most of the venison; but on smelling it, he found that
the wolverine, in its usual loathsome way, had defiled the meat. Then,
on going to his stage, Meguir found that it, too, had been visited by
the wolverine, as the stage had been torn down and the meat defiled.
Indignant at the outrage, the old Dog-rib determined to hunt the
carcajou and destroy it. But before doing so, he made sure that all
his deer meat was hauled to camp and safely stored upon the stages
beside his lodge. That night, however, his old wife woke up with a
start and hearing the dogs growling, looked out, and discovered a
strange animal scrambling down from one of the