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THE WOLF. 
“ It stood where the great red barn now 
stands, but was a much less pretentious 
structure, being built of logs, with a pen at 
the side for the sheep. It stood just on the 
edge of a cedar swamp of considerable ex¬ 
tent. We both started as we heard this cry; 
and I believe the same thought came into 
both our minds, though we did not give it 
utterance. We took James between us, and, 
holding each a hand, we hurried along 
through the snow as fast as we could. We 
had not reached the house, however, when 
we heard it again; and this time I spoke:— 
4 1 am sure it must be wolves, Patty.’ She 
thought so too, and we both started to run, 
—for I was not lame then, and could run as 
well as any of you. As we reached the 
door we met my brother Kichard. He had 
been in bed, for he was not very well, but 
had heard the wolves, and he and his father 
were coming to look for us. After some 
consultation, they took a lantern, and, going 
out to the barn, they drove up the sheep 
and secured them in a pen which had been 
made for some purpose close to the house. 
The cows and horses were in the barn and 
safe enough. I remember how I tried to 
