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have tried ' turn about is fair play.' The wolves, taking 

 the hint conveyed by the dogs, stopped, and after a 

 moment's consideration, turned and fled. I watched 

 them until their dusky forms disappeared over a neigh- 

 boring hill. Then, taking off my skates, limped up to 

 the house, half cured of romance in the woods and tired 

 of the name of wolf. 



"But even yet, I never see a broad sheet of ice in the 

 moonshine without thinking of that fetid, snufiling 

 breath, and those fearful things that followed me so 

 closely down the frozen Kennebec." 



As the tale ended, an unseen auditor, who from his 

 covert in the bushes was indignant at my account of his 

 people, yelped out, Oo, who-oo, who oo o ah, aigh. 



" Hear the vowels," said the Doctor, " a, e, i, o, u, and 

 sometimes w and y. 



" Drat the cuss !" qif^lh Mike, throwing a blazing 

 knot into the bushes, " has he got no decency ?" 



