{"product_id":"2940014607650","title":"THE WENDIGO","description":"I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA considerable number of hunting parties were out that year without\u003cbr\u003efinding so much as a fresh trail; for the moose were uncommonly shy, and\u003cbr\u003ethe various Nimrods returned to the bosoms of their respective families\u003cbr\u003ewith the best excuses the facts of their imaginations could suggest. Dr.\u003cbr\u003eCathcart, among others, came back without a trophy; but he brought\u003cbr\u003einstead the memory of an experience which he declares was worth all the\u003cbr\u003ebull moose that had ever been shot. But then Cathcart, of Aberdeen, was\u003cbr\u003einterested in other things besides moose--amongst them the vagaries of\u003cbr\u003ethe human mind. This particular story, however, found no mention in his\u003cbr\u003ebook on Collective Hallucination for the simple reason (so he confided\u003cbr\u003eonce to a fellow colleague) that he himself played too intimate a part\u003cbr\u003ein it to form a competent judgment of the affair as a whole....\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBesides himself and his guide, Hank Davis, there was young Simpson, his\u003cbr\u003enephew, a divinity student destined for the \"Wee Kirk\" (then on his\u003cbr\u003efirst visit to Canadian backwoods), and the latter's guide, Défago.\u003cbr\u003eJoseph Défago was a French \"Canuck,\" who had strayed from his native\u003cbr\u003eProvince of Quebec years before, and had got caught in Rat Portage when\u003cbr\u003ethe Canadian Pacific Railway was a-building; a man who, in addition to\u003cbr\u003ehis unparalleled knowledge of wood-craft and bush-lore, could also sing\u003cbr\u003ethe old _voyageur_ songs and tell a capital hunting yarn into the\u003cbr\u003ebargain. He was deeply susceptible, moreover, to that singular spell\u003cbr\u003ewhich the wilderness lays upon certain lonely natures, and he loved the\u003cbr\u003ewild solitudes with a kind of romantic passion that amounted almost to\u003cbr\u003ean obsession. The life of the backwoods fascinated him--whence,\u003cbr\u003edoubtless, his surpassing efficiency in dealing with their mysteries.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn this particular expedition he was Hank's choice. Hank knew him and\u003cbr\u003eswore by him. He also swore at him, \"jest as a pal might,\" and since he\u003cbr\u003ehad a vocabulary of picturesque, if utterly meaningless, oaths, the\u003cbr\u003econversation between the two stalwart and hardy woodsmen was often of a\u003cbr\u003erather lively description. This river of expletives, however, Hank\u003cbr\u003eagreed to dam a little out of respect for his old \"hunting boss,\" Dr.\u003cbr\u003eCathcart, whom of course he addressed after the fashion of the country\u003cbr\u003eas \"Doc,\" and also because he understood that young Simpson was already\u003cbr\u003ea \"bit of a parson.\" He had, however, one objection to Défago, and one\u003cbr\u003eonly--which was, that the French Canadian sometimes exhibited what Hank\u003cbr\u003edescribed as \"the output of a cursed and dismal mind,\" meaning\u003cbr\u003eapparently that he sometimes was true to type, Latin type, and suffered\u003cbr\u003efits of a kind of silent moroseness when nothing could induce him to\u003cbr\u003eutter speech. Défago, that is to say, was imaginative and melancholy.\u003cbr\u003eAnd, as a rule, it was too long a spell of \"civilization\" that induced\u003cbr\u003ethe attacks, for a few days of the wilderness invariably cured them.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070718427376,"sku":"2940014607650","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014607650","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}