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3N the Medicine Bow Mountains one December 

 day, I came upon a beaver house that was 

 surrounded by a pack of wolves. These beasts 

 were trying to break into the house. Apparently 

 an early autumn snow had blanketed the house 

 and thus prevented its walls from freezing. The 

 soft condition of the walls, along with the ex- 

 treme hunger of the wolves, led to this assault. 

 Two of these animals were near the top of the 

 house clawing away at a rapid rate. Now and 

 then one of the sticks or poles in the house-wall 

 was encountered, and at this the wolf would bite 

 and tear furiously. Occasionally one of the wolves 

 caught a resisting stick in his teeth, and, leaning- 

 back, shook his head, endeavoring with all his 

 might to tear it out. A number of wolves lay 

 about expectant; a few sat up eagerly on 

 haunches, while others moved about snarling, 

 driving the others off a few yards, to be in turn 

 driven off themselves. Shortly before they dis- 

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