have been a terrible duel in the scrub; but 

 as the wolves sprang to their feet and faced 

 each other some deep, unknown feeling stirred 

 within them and they turned aside. The old 

 wolf threw himself down heavily, facing away 

 from the temptation, and the cub slipped 

 aside to find another den, out of sight and 

 smell of the huge leader, lest the scent of 

 blood should overcome them again and cause 

 them to fly at each other's throats in uncon- 

 trollable fury. 



Next morning a queer thing happened, 

 but not uncommon under the circumstances 

 among wolves and huskies. The cub was 

 lying motionless, his head on his paws, his 

 eyes wide open, when something stirred 

 near him. A red squirrel came scampering 

 through the scrub branches just under the 

 thick coating of snow that filled all their 

 tops. Slowly, carefully the young wolf gath- 

 ered his feet under him, tense as a bowstring. 

 As the squirrel whisked overhead the wolf 

 leaped like a flash, caught him, and crushed 

 him with a single grip. Then with the squir- 

 rel in his mouth he made his way back 



SS 



Tie mite Wolfs 

 Huntings ■* 



Sb! 





