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\.i-' WOODMYTH & FABLE 



Now here are the chains of the Grouse's trail; 



They turn and they wind about ; 

 And the Hunter crawls till the flock is sprung 



And whirs from a snow-drift out, 

 Save two, which fall at the roar of the gun 



And redden the dazzling snow. ^.r . .--'' 



{Stilt keeps the Ckvt his distance safe, ^'^ --jn -• 



But foUo'wSf noTV fasif noiv sloiv.) <v',>r "•' -^ V 



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And here was the place of a poisoned bait, 'VV^'^'-ij,'' ^v^-"; 



Where naught but its print now lies, -^ '-'i* 

 For a Wolf has traced it up the wind i *•••• 



And swallowed the tempting prize. ••!• 



Here t was griping his vitals and choking his 

 breath — 



That wolfskin is taken at last! f[» 



See! but a few steps, then he staggered and fell, 



And writhed as his life went fast. ^ 



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