The only signs of his presence were the chips he made in gnawing the bark for food.

They never came down to the ground as we saw.
They were about all the game that was good to eat.

I would kill one, skin it and drag the carcass after me all day as I set traps, cutting off bits for bait, and cooking the rest for ourselves to eat.

We tried to eat the marten but it was pretty musky and it was only by putting on plenty of salt and pepper that we managed to eat them.

We were really forced to do it if we remained here.