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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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She
struggled
till
she
fell,
and
writhed
about
or
lay
like
dead,
till
strong
enough
to
rise
and
grind
the
chains
again
with
her
teeth.
And
so
the
night
passed
by.
And
Duskymane?
Where
was
he?
The
feeling
of
the
time
when
his
foster-mother
had
come
home
poisoned,
now
returned;
but
he
was
even
more
afraid
of
her.
She
seemed
filled
with
fighting
hate.
He
held
away
and
whined
a
little;
he
slunk
off
and
came
back
when
she
lay
still,
only
to
retreat
again,
as
she
sprang
forward,
raging
at
him,
and
then
renewed
her
efforts
at
the
traps.
He
did
not
understand
it,
but
he
knew
this
much,
she
was
in
terrible
trouble,
and
the
cause
seemed
to
be
the
same
as
that
which
had
scared
them
the
night
they
had
ventured
near
the
Calf.
Duskymane
hung
about
all
night,
fearing
to
go
near,
not
knowing
what
to
do,
and
helpless
as
his
mother.
At
dawn
the
next
day
a
sheepherder
seeking
lost
Sheep
discovered
her
from
a
neighboring
hill.
A
signal
mirror
called
the
wolver
from
his
camp.
Duskymane
saw
the
new
danger.
He
was
a
mere
Cub,
though
so
tall;
he
could
not
face
the
man,
and
fled
at
his
approach.
The
wolver
rode
up
to
the
sorry,
tattered,
bleeding
She-wolf
in
the
trap.
He
raised
his
rifle
and
soon
the
struggling
stopped.
The
wolver
read
the
trail
and
the
signs
about,
and
remembering
those
he
had
read
before,
he
divined
that
this
was
the
Wolf
with
the
great
Cub--the
She-wolf
of
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