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WOLF ! 



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•ILL you piease choose one 



of tlie dog family?" asked 



Rap the next Saturday, when 



it was Nat's turn to select a 



)icture for the story. 



'' Yes, I meant to choose this 



one — the Wolf," said Nat; 



'' and the picture looks as if 



a story really belonged to it." 



" ' A Trap ' is printed on 



the picture," said Dodo, '' but I don't se» any trap, 



unless the Wolf is caught in one and can't move." 



" Wrong, quite wrong, missy," said the Doctor, set- 

 tling himself l)y the hre, after taking a couple of skins 

 from those hanging about the walls and spreading them 

 before him on tlie floor. 



"■ Listen, and I will tell you tlie story of the great 

 Gray AVolf, whose picture you have liere, and also 

 about his little barking brother, the Coyote." 



" It is sure to be a good fierce story," said Dodo, 

 "because Wolves gobble people, you know. When 

 you lived far away, were 3^ou good friends witli Wolves, 

 uncle? " 



" Our American Wolves are not man-eaters as some 



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