HANS, THE WOLF HUNTER. 





The day dragged slowly to a close, 

 The sun went down, the moon arose, 

 The owls began their tale of woes 



With mystic incantation. 



But Hans will end what he began; 

 As only a stolid Dutchman can, 

 He sat there hatching out his plan— 

 A kind of incubation. 



5 j^n cn , t1 ,"' Aching hour of night 

 Had filled the vale with full-moon light 

 I he long expected hove in sight, 



And Hans was all flustl 



The wolf, which came without sum 

 Mood plumb below Hans' bulging < 

 Mem ye! 1 hai one big surpi 



For you— one castigation." 



Then gently reaching for bis gun, 

 He lost Ins poise ! and all und 

 lhat wolf lay mashed as 'neath a ton 

 Of rock and ruination ! 



Now, wolves are killed bj inanv a plan, 

 But never since the fall ol mail 

 Did wolf lay deader. Batter than 

 Beneath tin'-- \ isil 



This is the moral ol ni\ -"tit;. 

 ; Tis good alike (or old and young ' 

 It you would hunt the Wolves an 



I i am how from KM Rl 





