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blame the poor brute ? After much coaxing, 

 plentifully mingled with tears, it was agreed that 

 Bruno should be spared if her kennel was placed 

 farther away from the hen-house. Consequently 

 it was moved about forty rods. 



At night, in the fall months, Bruno heard 

 the coyotes howling in the distance ; she, too, 

 began to howl at sunset and at intervals during 

 the night. Our nearest neighbor, who did not 

 appreciate these nightly concerts, finally de- 

 clared that he would shoot the wolf if my 

 father did not. But Bruno lived on all un- 

 conscious of these threats and sang her nightly 

 song as before. 



One cold night in November, I shall never 

 forget it, I awoke at the sharp report of a gun, 

 followed by three loud yelps, then two muffled 

 ones from the direction of Bruno's kennel. I 

 knew my pet had been shot and I feared that 

 she was dead. I was so angry at our neighbor 

 that I could not sleep. I thought of all the spite- 

 ful things I should do and say when I grew older. 

 I thought for the present that I could forget to 

 bring his cow and her calf home with the rest ; 

 that would make him trouble even if the wolves 

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