tail in single file, keeping on the high ridge 

 of mountains and looking like a distant train 

 of husky dogs against the moonlight. When 

 over the fishing village they would sit down, 

 each one on the loftiest rock he could find, 

 raise their muzzles to the stars, and join in 

 the long howl, Ooooooo-wow-ow-ow ! a terrible, 

 wailing cry that seemed to drive every dog 

 within hearing stark crazy. Out of the vil- 

 lage lanes far below they rushed headlong, 

 and sitting on the beach in a wide circle, 

 heads all in and tails out, they raised their 

 noses to the distant, wolf-topped pinnacles 

 and joined in the wailing answer. Then the 

 wolves would sit very still, listening with 

 cocked ears to the cry of their captive 

 kinsmen, till the dismal howling died away 

 into silence, when they would start the 

 clamor into life again by giving the wolf's 

 challenge. 



Why they did it, what they felt there in 

 the strange unreality of the moonlight, and 

 what hushed their profound enmity, none can 

 tell. Ordinarily the wolf hates both fox and 

 dog, and kills them whenever they cross his 



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