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and heard, first by one and then another of us, and many a good 

 cartridge was sacrificed to these phantom wolves, but with little 

 enough result. Bay, so far, was alone in his glory. There was 

 hardly any holding him now ! 



As for the wolves, they soon discovered that straying amid the 

 shots from the ' Fram ' was no perilous pleasure. When a gun 



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THE CHUISTMAS-TREE IS DECKER. 



was fired off they ran a little distance away, but soon came 

 stealing back as if they had never been frightened. We could 

 hear their pattering footfall around the ship, but without seeing 

 them, and at times heard their weird and uncanny howling. 



Meanwhile Bay and I had skinned and skeletonized the wolf 

 he had shot, and salted down the skin and the bones. The rest 

 we gave to the dogs, but they scorned the flesh of their heathen 



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