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killing and eating of the little goat their 

 expression of gladness was intense at the 

 just retribution. They walked around the 

 carcasses again and again as if saying, 

 " You remorseless tyrants of our meadows, 

 your nights of pillage are ended." 



I do not know the moment the neuralgic 

 pain left me, but I did not feel it again 

 after I saw the first wolf. The male wolf 

 looked as if there might be some fight in 

 him. He must have heard the two barrels 

 fired into the body of his comrade and seen 

 her outstretched on the ground, and still he 

 did not change his course, but seemed intent 

 upon facing me. Somehow I was perfectly 

 calm and collected, and with a Greener gun 

 that had often proved trustworthy I felt 

 as if my aim would be sure. 



After the wolves had been put on board 

 of the houseboat, I was feeling so much 

 better I got aboard a canoe and had the 

 boatman to push it to one of the islands in 

 the lakes where I thought I might find a 

 pheasant or a woodcock. Almost immediate- 

 ly after going ashore my dog put up a 

 large cock pheasant which I bagged with 

 the first barrel. I then looked up the lakes 

 and saw my friend returning from his 



