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The White Wolf's Himting 
good hunting-ground where small game was plentiful, 
he would snap up a rabbit silently, in the twilight and 
then go far away, perhaps to join the other cubs in a 
gambol, or to follow them to the cliffs over a fishing 
village and set all the dogs to howling. By day he 
would lie close in some thick cover, miles away from 
his hunting-ground. At twilight he would steal back 
and hunt quietly, just long enough to get his game, 
and then trot away again, leaving the cover as unharried 
as if there were not a wolf in the whole neighborhood. 
Such a good hunting-ground cannot long remain 
hidden from other prowlers in the wilderness; and 
Wayeeses, who was keeping his discovery to himself, 
would soon cross the trail of a certain old fox returning 
day after day to the same good covers. No two foxes, 
nor mice, nor men, nor any other two animals for that 
matter, ever leave the same scent, — any old hound, 
which will hold steadily to one fox though a dozen 
others cross or cover his trail, will show you that plainly 
in a day’s hunting,—and the wolf would soon know 
surely that the same fox was poaching every night on 
his own preserves while he was away. To a casual, 
wandering hunter he paid no attention; but this cun¬ 
ning poacher must be laid by the heels, else there would 
not be a single rabbit left in the cover. So Wayeeses, 
instead of hunting himself at twilight when the rabbits 
are stirring, would wait till midday, when the sun is 
