Autumn had cleared Maine's Moosehead Lake of its summer visitors and lonely little Kokadjo was lonelier than ever when Allen Macdougall, 61-year-old trapper, one day noticed a small infection on his leathery left hand. There had been a few scratches on it when he skinned some foxes a week or so before, but that seemed nothing. In his years of trapping he had had hundreds of scratches, skinned hundreds of foxes. Trapper Macdougall went on following his lines, coming home at night to sleep alone in his tiny, mud-chinked hut near the...
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