rack of these big white wanderers looks easy 

 enough when you see it ; but when the fleet 

 staghounds are slipped, as has been more 

 than once tested in Newfoundland, try as 

 hard as they will they cannot keep within 

 sight of the deer for a single quarter-mile, 

 and no limit has ever yet been found, either 

 by dog or wolf, to Megaleep's tirelessness. 

 So the old wolves, relying possibly upon 

 past experience, keep the cubs and hold 

 themselves strictly to small game as long as 

 it can possibly be found. Then when the 

 bitter days of late winter come, with their 

 scarcity of small game and their unbearable 

 hunger, the wolves turn to the caribou as 

 a last resort, killing a few here by stealth, 

 rather than speed, and then, when the game 

 grows wild, going far off to another range 

 where the deer have not been disturbed and 

 so can be approached more easily. 



On this afternoon, however, the old mother 

 wolf had run plump upon the caribou and 

 her fawns in the midst of a thicket, and had 

 leaped forward promptly to round them up 

 for her hungry cubs. It would have been 



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