An "Indian Summer'^ Dream 



braves arose and disappeared noise- 

 lessly in the gloomy depths of the for- 

 est. The shrill barking of wolves or 

 coyotes somewhere in the distance 

 soon added little to my comfort. In 

 fact, it required but a moment to 

 comprehend that they were headed 

 camp-ward. Louder and louder re- 

 sounded the howling of the hungry 

 pack, as they tore their savage way 

 through thickets or open glades. They 

 were being sent to eat me alive! 

 There was no longer any doubt as to 

 the finish! I tried to yell, but couldn't! 

 Nearer and nearer came the snarling 

 crew! I could plainly hear the snap- 

 ping of dead twigs and the rattle of dry 

 leaves that told of their close approach ! 

 And here they are! Gray wolves, white 

 wolves, black wolves; big wolves, 

 deviUsh-looking little wolves, and coy- 

 otes galore hard on their trail! I 

 could see the staring, famished eyes, 

 the sharp white fangs; and closed my 

 eyes upon the furious furry avalanche! 

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