Bingo 



go's every hair stood on end, his tail dropped 

 and quivered, and he gave proof that he was 

 suddenly sick at the stomach, sure signs of 

 terror. He showed no desire to follow up or 

 know more of the matter, but returned to the 

 house, and half .an hour afterward his mane was 

 still bristling and his expression one of hate or 

 fear. 



I studied the dreaded track and learned that 

 in Bingo's language the half-terrified, deep- 

 gurgled 'grrr-wff' means ' timber wolf.' 



These were among the things that Bingo 

 taught me. And in the after time when I 

 might chance to see him arouse from his frosty 

 nest by the stable door, and after stretching 

 himself and shaking the snow from his shaggy 

 coat, disappear into the gloom at a steady trot 

 trot, trot, I used to think : 



"Aha! old dog, I know where you are off 

 to, and why you eschew the shelter of the 

 shanty. Now I know why your nightly trips 

 over the country are so well timed, and how 

 you know just where to go for what you want, 

 and when and how to seek it." 



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