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one after another from place to place. These 

 seldom regarded the man any more than he 

 did them. Occasionally one might ride down 

 into a ravine, and almost over a wolf lying 

 asleep in some sunny spot or under a bush. 

 It would spring to its feet in great alarm, 

 make a half dozen wild jumps to some high 

 point, and stop for a look, and then, seeing 

 that it was only a man, would continue to 

 gaze, and at last trot unconcernedly away. 

 Nowadays it is rather unusual for any one 

 to see a wolf, and in recent times few men 

 have had such an experience as happened to 

 an acquaintance of mine, who, one morning in 

 April, 1897, stepped out of the cabin to look 

 about, when a big gray wolf came around the 

 corner of the house within fifteen feet of him. 

 Man and wolf were both astonished, and the 

 man jumped into the house to get his gun, 

 while the wolf ran to the top of a knoll about 

 two hundred yards away, and halted. When 

 it stopped the man shot, the ball entering the 

 right ham, ranging through the body, and 

 smashing the left shoulder. The wolf fell, 

 sprang to its feet again, and ran around in a 

 small circle, biting at the point where the ball 

 had hit it, while it yelled dismally, and so 



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