times like a dog, and a well-defined 

 wish that he had fur on his face and 

 a bushy tail to lay around his freez- 

 ing hands and feet, for it was a night 

 of northern frost. Old Peboan was 

 stalking on the snow. The stars 

 seemed to crackle, so one could al- 

 most hear. The trees and earth 

 were bursting with the awful frost. 

 The ice on a near lake was rent all 

 night by cracks that went whooping 

 from shore to shore ; and down be- 

 tween the hills there poured the cold 

 that burns. 



A prairie-wolf came by in the 

 night, but he did not howl or treat 

 Yan like an outsider now. He gave 

 a gentle, doglike 'Woof, woof,' a 

 sort of * Oho ! so you have come to 



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