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the sea in hundred-foot jumps, a great stag 

 caribou was standing, still as a stone, on a 

 lofty pinnacle, looking down over the marvel- 

 ous panorama spread wide beneath his feet. 

 Every day Megaleep came there to look, and 

 the old wolf in her daily hunts often crossed 

 the deep path which he had worn through the 

 moss from the wide table-lands over the ridge 

 to this sightly place where he could look down 

 curiously at the comings and goings of men 

 on the sea. But at this season when small 

 game was abundant — and indeed at all sea- 

 sons when not hunger-driven — the wolf was 

 peaceable and the caribou were not molested, 

 ndeed the big stag knew well where the old 

 wolf denned. Every east wind brought 

 her message to his nostrils ; but secure in 

 his own strength and in the general peace 

 which prevails in the summer-time among 

 ^ all large animals of the north, he came 

 daily to look down on the harbor and 

 wag his ears at the fishing-boats, which he 

 jffli/?) could never understand. 



Strange neighbors these, the grim, savage 

 mother wolf of the mountains, hiding her 



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