wendigo

"It's a moss-eater, is the Wendigo," he added, looking up excitedly into the faces of his companions.

"I seen that great Wendigo thing," he whispered, sniffing the air about him exactly like an animal.

And Babe whimpered a little in his cradle and brought us all suddenly back from the Wendigo Age to the time of the kerosene lamp.

The story of the Wendigo made the camping-place to be surrounded with a sombre interest to the traders.