>>42353151A wealthy man wanted to go hunting in a part of northern Canada where few people had ever hunted. He traveled to a trading post and tried to find a guide to take him But no one would do it. It was too dangerous, they said.
Finally, he found an Indian who needed money badly.
and he agreed to take him. The Indian's name was DeFago.
They made camp in the snow near a large frozen lake.
For three days they hunted, but they had nothing to show for it. The third night a windstorm came up. They lay in their tent listening to the wind howling and the trees whipping back and forth.
To see the storm better, the hunter opened the tent flap. What he saw startled him. There wasn't a breath of air. stirring, and the trees were standing perfectly still.
Yet he could hear the wind howling. And the more he listened, the more it sounded as if it were calling DeFago's name.
''Da-faaaaaaaaay-gol'' it called. ''Da-faaaaaaaaay-gol'' "I must be losing my mind," the hunter thought.
But DeFago had gotten out of his sleeping bag. He was huddled in a corner of the tent, his head buried in his arms.
''What's this all about?'' the hunter asked.
''It's nothing,'' DeFago said.