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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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On
one
occasion,
when
she
and
five
others
were
planning
to
raid
a
Sheep
yard,
she
held
back
at
the
last
minute
because
some
newstrung
wires
appeared.
The
others
rushed
in
to
find
the
Sheep
beyond
their
reach,
themselves
in
a
death-trap.
Thus
she
had
learned
the
newer
dangers,
and
while
it
is
unlikely
that
she
had
any
clear
mental
conception
of
them
she
had
acquired
a
wholesome
distrust
of
all
things
strange,
and
a
horror
of
one
or
two
in
particular
that
proved
her
lasting
safeguard.
Each
year
she
raised
her
brood
successfully
and
the
number
of
Yellow
Wolves
increased
in
the
country.
Guns,
traps,
men
and
the
new
animals
they
brought
had
been
learned,
but
there
was
yet
another
lesson
before
her--a
terrible
one
indeed.
About
the
time
Duskymane's
brothers
were
a
month
old
his
foster-mother
returned
in
a
strange
condition.
She
was
frothing
at
the
mouth,
her
legs
trembled,
and
she
fell
in
a
convulsion
near
the
doorway
of
the
den,
but
recovering,
she
came
in.
Her
jaws
quivered,
her
teeth
rattled
a
little
as
she
tried
to
lick
the
little
ones;
she
seized
her
own
front
leg
and
bit
it
so
as
not
to
bite
them,
but
at
length
she
grew
quieter
and
calmer.
The
Cubs
had
retreated
in
fear
to
a
far
pocket,
but
now
they
returned
and
crowded
about
her
to
seek
their
usual
food.
The
mother
recovered,
but
was
very
ill
for
two
or
three
days,
and
those
days
with
the
poison
in
her
system
worked
disaster
for
the
brood.
They
were
terribly
sick;
only
the
strongest
could
survive,
and
when
the
trial
of
strength
was
over,
the
den
contained
only
the
old
one
and
the
Black-maned
Cub,
the
one
she
had
adopted.
Thus
little
Duskymane
became
her
sole
charge;
all
her
strength
was
devoted
to
feeding
him,
and
he
thrived
apace.
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