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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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It
was
thrice
as
large
as
it
had
been
and
open
at
the
top
now.
Lying
near
were
things
that
smelled
like
his
brothers
and
sisters,
but
they
were
repellent
to
him.
He
was
filled
with
fear
as
he
sniffed
at
them,
and
sneaked
aside
into
a
thicket
of
grass,
as
a
Night-hawk
boomed
over
his
head.
He
crouched
all
night
in
that
thicket.
He
did
not
dare
to
go
near
the
den,
and
knew
not
where
else
he
could
go.
The
next
morning
when
two
Vultures
came
swooping
down
on
the
bodies,
the
Wolf-cub
ran
off
in
the
thicket,
and
seeking
its
deepest
cover,
was
led
down
a
ravine
to
a
wide
valley.
Suddenly
there
arose
from
the
grass
a
big
She-wolf,
like
his
mother,
yet
different,
a
stranger,
and
instinctively
the
stray
Cub
sank
to
the
earth,
as
the
old
Wolf
bounded
on
him.
No
doubt
the
Cub
had
been
taken
for
some
lawful
prey,
but
a
whiff
set
that
right.
She
stood
over
him
for
an
instant.
He
grovelled
at
her
feet.
The
impulse
to
kill
him
or
at
least
give
him
a
shake
died
away.
He
had
the
smell
of
a
young
Cub.
Her
own
were
about
his
age,
her
heart
was
touched,
and
when
he
found
courage
enough
to
put
his
nose
up
and
smell
her
nose,
she
made
no
angry
demonstration
except
a
short
half-hearted
growl.
Now,
however,
he
had
smelled
something
that
he
sorely
needed.
He
had
not
fed
since
the
day
before,
and
when
the
old
Wolf
turned
to
leave
him,
he
tumbled
after
her
on
clumsy
puppy
legs.
Had
the
Mother-wolf
been
far
from
home
he
must
soon
have
been
left
behind,
but
the
nearest
hollow
was
the
chosen
place,
and
the
Cub
arrived
at
the
den's
mouth
soon
after
the
Mother-wolf.
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