perfect is the instinct which holds a wolf 

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, . . _ ^ ._ . , wjr . family together that the old mother had 



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^-^^ scarcely entered the glade alone and sat 



KtzS^-^--^ down to wait and listen when the other 



'■?; wolves joined her silently. Malsunsis, the 

 big cub, scarcely felt his wound at first, 

 for the arrow had but glanced through the 

 thick skin and flesh, and he had torn it 

 out without difficulty; but the old he-wolf 

 limped painfully and held up one fore leg, 

 pierced by a seal shot, as he loped away 

 over the snow. 



It was their first rough experience with 

 men, and probably the one feeling in every 

 shaggy head was of puzzled wonder as to 

 how and why it had all happened. Hitherto 

 they had avoided men with a certain awe, or 

 watched them curiously at a distance, trying 

 to understand their superior ways; and never 

 a hostile feeling for the masters of the woods 

 had found place in a wolf's breast. Now 

 man had spoken at last; his voice was a 

 brutal command to be gone, and curiously 

 enough these powerful big brutes, any one 

 of which could have pulled down a man 



