Bingo 



fortable supper-table at Wright's shanty, and I 

 thought, now they are frying the pork for sup- 

 per, or just sitting down. My pony still stood 

 as I left him with his bridle on the ground 

 patiently waiting to take me home. He did not 

 understand the long delay, and when I called, 

 he ceased nibbling the grass and looked at me 

 in dumb, helpless inquiry. If he would only go 

 home the empty saddle might tell the tale and 

 bring help. But his very faithfulness kept him 

 waiting hour after hour while I was perishing of 

 cold and hunger. 



Then I remembered how old Girou the trap- 

 per had been lost, and in the following spring 

 his comrades found his skeleton held by the leg 

 in a bear-trap. I wondered which part of my 

 clothing would show my identity. Then a new 

 thought came to me. This is how a wolf feels 

 when he is trapped. Oh! what misery have 

 I been responsible for ! Now I'm to pay for it. 



Night came slowly on. A prairie wolf howled, 

 the pony pricked up his ears and walking nearer 

 to me, stood with his head down. Then another 

 prairie wolf howled and another, and I could 

 make out that they were gathering in the neigh- 



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