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was soon swinging before a pine-wood fire at the 

 end of Talle's lead. The result, at any rate, was 

 food ; and after groping a dessert of lingen and ^ 

 blaeberries I felt that I could last it out. 



So presently, tumbling down a boulder from 

 under the overhanging branches of a pine-tree, I 

 lined the hollow with ferns and brushwood and made 

 a bed like the nide of a bear ; remembering the "^ -n^^x. 

 name I had borne among the Crees — Mcquah, "the 

 Bear " — because of this habit which I had. For a Red 

 Indian on the hunt will prepare no bed, but squats over ^ ^^^^^^jfLtefl 

 his fire all through the night. But I knocked my fire ^ 



to pieces, hoping that the wolves would come. For a 

 long time I lay there, listening to the night voices and 

 waiting for a shot. There was no moon, but it was a 

 perfect night. High up in the heavens hung Jupiter, a 

 silver globe, and lower down burnt Mars the lurid just 

 above a line of pines. And a tide of trembling stars 

 seemed to gather up to roof the span above me, 

 closing in the glen to its very fringe as though it were 

 the sanctuary of the world. 



Scane. But now, speaking generally, the wolf is extinct in 3iJ 



the centre of Sweden, though wolves had really appeared 

 early in September 1892 on the fjells near Roraas, across 

 the border. 



-nuLe, tl-6«xr. 



