Bingo 



borhood. There I lay prone and helpless, won- 

 dering if it would not be strictly just that they 

 should come and tear me to pieces. I heard 

 them calling for a long time before I realized 

 that dim, shadowy forms were sneaking near. 

 The horse saw them first, and his terrified snort 

 drove them back at first, but they came nearer 

 next time and sat around me on the prairie. 

 Soon one bolder than the others crawled up and 

 tugged at the body of his dead relative. I 

 shouted and he retreated growling. The pony 

 ran to a distance in terror. Presently the 

 wolf returned, and after two or three of these 

 retreats and returns, the body was dragged off 

 and devoured by the rest in a few minutes. 



After this they gathered nearer and sat on 

 their haunches to look at me, and the boldest 

 one smelt the rifle and scratched dirt on it. 

 He retreated when I kicked at him with my 

 free foot and shouted, but growing bolder as I 

 grew weaker he came and snarled right in my 

 face At this several others snarled and came 

 up closer, and I realized that I was to be de- 

 voured by the foe that I most despised, when 

 suddenly out of the gloom with a guttural roar 



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