Changes took me far away from Manitoba, and on my return in 1886 Bingo
was still a member of Wright's household. I thought he would have
forgotten me after two years' absence, but not so. One day early in the
winter, after having been lost for forty-eight hours, he crawled home to
Wright's with a wolf-trap and a heavy log fast to one foot, and the foot
frozen to stony hardness. No one had been able to approach to help him,
he was so savage, when I, the stranger now, stooped down and laid hold
of the trap with one hand and his leg with the other. Instantly he
seized my wrist in his teeth.