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.V)/^^'^ILL 3^ou piease choose one 



jiy of the dog family?" asked 



Rap the next Saturday, when 



it was Nat's turn to select a 



Ijicture for the story. 



" Yes, I meant to choose this 



one — the Wolf," said Nat; 



" and the picture looks as if 



a story really belonged to it." 



" ' A Trap ' is printed on 



the picture," said Dodo, " but I don't see any trap, 



unless the Wolf is caught, in one and caii't move." 



" Wrong, quite wrong, niissy," said the Doctor, set- 

 tling himself by the fire, after taking a couple of skins 

 from those hanging about the walls and spreading them 

 before him on tlie floor. 



" Listen, and I will tell you the story of the great 

 Gray Wolf, whose picture you have here, and also 

 about his little barking brother, the Coyote. ' 



" It is sure to be a good fierce story," said Dodo, 

 " Ijecause Wolves gobble people, you know. When 

 you lived far away, were you good friends witli Wolves, 

 uncle?" 



" Our American Wolves are not man-eaters as some 



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