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food scraps in that place. Does a Wolf of some other 

 tribe run by, driven by fear ; he may not be even seen, 

 but he writes in his track and stopping-places the 

 message that he wishes other Wolves to know. Every 

 hair that bristles on a Wolf's back has its own mean- 

 ing. 



" Now listen to the story of this Wolf, whose skin 

 is on the floor. He and his mate hunted together, 

 often dashing at a horse or Deer, tearing its running 

 sinews from behind, with their sharp teeth, or some- 

 times picking up a calf that ran beside its mother, 

 always having good eating. Often they would find 

 a Deer's trail, running from its clay cover to a spring, 

 or to its dainty wood pasturage. The Wolves did not 

 wish to run together openly, for Deer are very swift, 

 and would lead them a weary race, so they would sniff 

 the night wind and get before it so that it might not tell 

 their doings to the Deer. The wind is fickle, an enemy 

 to all hunters, always carrying along the latest gossip. 

 Then one wolf would lie hidden by tlie runway, while 

 his mate would show liersclf open!}', and drive the 

 Deer, at first gentlj^ tlicn fiereely, until it would run 

 blindly in a circle (a habit of the family) to its first 

 cover, past the very spot where the otlier Wolf lay like 

 a living trap; one spring brought down the Deer and 

 then the pair feasted at leisure." 



" ( )h, then that is what 'A Trap " means on tliis 

 picture. The Wolf was a trap for the Deer," said 

 Dodo. "But how did the Wolf come to die and be 

 made into this rug ? " 



"Bad days came soon after to the pair. Tlie she- 

 wolf vanished. House People cleared the timber from 



