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Animal Heroes
·
Ernest Thompson Seton
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Thus
his
was
the
strangest
life
that
ever
his
kind
had
known.
Free
of
all
the
woods
and
plains,
he
elected
rather
to
lead
a
life
of
daily
hazard
in
the
town--each
week
at
least
some
close
escape,
and
every
day
a
day
of
daring
deeds;
finding
momentary
shelter
at
times
under
the
very
boardwalk
crossings.
Hating
the
men
and
despising
the
Dogs,
he
fought
his
daily
way
and
held
the
hordes
of
Curs
at
bay
or
slew
them
when
he
found
them
few
or
single;
harried
the
drunkard,
evaded
men
with
guns,
learned
traps--learned
poison,
too--just
how,
we
cannot
tell,
but
learn
it
he
did,
for
he
passed
it
again
and
again,
or
served
it
only
with
a
Wolf's
contempt.
Not
a
street
in
Winnipeg
that
he
did
not
know;
not
a
policeman
in
Winnipeg
that
had
not
seen
his
swift
and
shadowy
form
in
the
gray
dawn
as
he
passed
where
he
would;
not
a
Dog
in
Winnipeg
that
did
not
cower
and
bristle
when
the
telltale
wind
brought
proof
that
old
Garou
was
crouching
near.
His
only
path
was
the
warpath,
and
all
the
world
his
foes.
But
throughout
this
lurid,
semi-mythic
record
there
was
one
recurring
pleasant
thought--Garou
never
was
known
to
harm
a
child.
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