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sniffed, advanced cautiously and 

 sniffed again in surprise had snorted 

 then, with fear, and wheeling in her 

 path, had fled from the prostrate 

 form that never more would answer 

 to her summons. 



For the last time we rose at dawn, 

 as we had done so many times before, 

 breaking ice in the water bucket that 

 stood waiting at the door, when a 

 far away sound held us listening. One 

 is always three-fourths ears in the 

 woods, as one is three-fourths eyes 

 on the plains. 



" It is wolves " said Nimrod hurry- 

 ing into more clothes. They are 

 coming this way! 



The broken noises were getting 

 louder and I could distinguish several 

 voices in the chorus of yaps and howls. 



"It is their hunting cry" Nimrod 

 interpreted excitedly. "They are 

 chasing something a deer, surely, 

 by the way it travels." 



The din was now like a whole 

 menagerie let loose. 



"The deer is hard pressed. The 

 wolves are gaining on it. Hear 

 them now!" The language of the 

 wolves was no mystery to Nimrod. 



