warily to find the path by which Eleemos 

 _* -. ~ -* ■ x- .*-. usually came out on his night's hunting. 



We Mt//e Wolfs wl \ , , ., . . * * 



^v-. _„ ,. When he tound that out VVayeeses would 



C-*K* ( ~7fiIf)fff) c, 



r~K^~~ — -^ * dart away in the long, rolling gallop that 



r ay in the long, rolling gallop 

 ■sa »>\, r «J? carries a wolf swiftly over the roughest coun- 

 i —^^ / c ^ > try without fatigue. In an hour or two he 

 would be back again with another wolf. 

 Then Eleemos, dozing away in the winter 

 sunshine, would hear an unusual racket in 

 the scrub behind him, — some heavy animal 

 brushing about heedlessly and sniffing loudly 

 at a cold trail. No wolf certainly, for a wolf 

 makes no noise. So Eleemos would get 

 down from his warm rock and slip away, 

 stopping to look back and listen jauntily to 

 the clumsy brute behind him, till he ran 

 plump into the jaws of the other wolf that 

 was watching alert and silent beside the 

 runway. 



When the snows were deep and soft the 

 wolves took to hunting the lynxes, — big, 

 savage, long-clawed fighters that swarm in 

 the interior of Newfoundland and play havoc 

 with the small game. For a single lynx 

 the wolves hunted in pairs, trailing the big 



