And what Punk was able to contribute to the story throws no further light upon it. He was cleaning fish by the lake sh.o.r.e about five o'clock in the evening--an hour, that is, before the search party returned--when he saw this shadow of the guide picking its way weakly into camp. In advance of him, he declares, came the faint whiff of a certain singular odour.
That same instant old Punk started for home. He covered the entire journey of three days as only Indian blood could have covered it. The terror of a whole race drove him. He knew what it all meant. Def.a.go had "seen the Wendigo."
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