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the sheep thet brings 'em," said my father.
"Quite a consid'able number on 'em, tew," said D'ri, as he stood
cleaning the bore of his rifle.

My young sisters began to cry.
"Need n't be scairt," said father. "They won't come very near. 'Fraider
of us 'n we are o' 'em, a good deal."
"Tow-w-w!" said D'ri, with a laugh. "They 'll be apt t' stub ther toes
'fore they git very nigh us."
This did not quite agree with the tales he had previously been telling. I
went for my sword, and buckled its belt about me, the scabbard
hanging to my heels. Presently some creature came bounding over the
brush. I saw him break through the wall of darkness and stop quickly in
the firelight. Then D'ri brought him down with his rifle.
"Started him up back there 'n the woods a few mild," said D'ri. "He was
mekin' fer this 'ere pond--thet 's what he was dewin'."
"What for?" I inquired.
"'Cause fer the reason why he knowed he would n't mek no tracks 'n the
water, ner no scent," said D'ri, with some show of contempt for my
ignorance.
The deer lay floundering in the briers some fifty feet away. My father
ran with his knife and put him quickly out of misery. Then we hauled
the carcass to clear ground.
"Let it lie where 't is fer now," said he, as we came back to the fire.
Then he got our two big traps out of the cart and set them beside the
carcass and covered them with leaves. The howling of the wolves had
ceased. I could hear only the creaking of a dead limb high above us,
and the bellow of frogs in the near pond. We had fastened the trap
chains and were coming back to the fire, when the dog rose, barking
fiercely; then we heard the crack of D'ri's rifle.
"More 'n fifty wolves eroun' here," he whispered as we ran up to him.
"Never see sech a snag on 'em."

The sheep were stirring nervously. Near the pen a wolf lay kicking
where D'ri had dropped him.
"Rest on 'em snooked off when the gun hollered," he went on,
whispering as before.
My mother and grandmother sat with my sisters in the cart, hushing
their murmurs of fear. Early in the evening I had tied Rover to the
cart-wheel, where he was growling hotly, impatient of the leash.
"See?" said D'ri, pointing with his finger. "See 'em?--there 'n the dark
by thet air big hemlock."
We could make out a dim stir in the shadows where he pointed.
Presently we heard the spring and rattle of a trap. As we turned that
way, the other trap took hold hard; as it sprang, we could hear a wolf
yelp.
"Meks 'em holler," said D'ri, "thet ol' he-trap does, when it teks holt.
Stay here by the sheep, 'n' I 'll go over 'n' give 'em somethin' fer spraint
ankles."
Other wolves were swarming over the dead deer, and the two in the
traps were snarling and snapping at them. My father and D'ri fired at
the bunch, killing one of the captives and another--the largest wolf I
ever saw. The pack had slunk away as they heard the rifles. Our
remaining captive struggled to get free, but in a moment D'ri had
brained him with an axe. He and my father reset our traps and hauled
the dead wolves into the firelight. There they began to skin them, for
the bounty was ten dollars for each in the new towns--a sum that made
our adventure profitable. I built fires on the farther side of the sheep,
and, as they brightened, I could see, here and there, the gleaming eyes
of a wolf in the darkness. I was up all night heaping wood upon the
fires, while D'ri and my father skinned the wolves and dressed the deer.
I remember, as they worked, D'ri calmed himself with the low-sung,
familiar music of:--
Li too rul I oorul I oorul I ay.

They had just finished when the cock crew.
"Holler, ye gol-dum little cuss!" D'ri shouted as he went over to him.
"Can't no snookin' wolf crack our bones fer us. Peeled 'em--thet 's what
we done tew 'em! Tuk 'n' knocked 'em head over heels. Judas Priest! He
can peck a man's finger some, can't he?"
The light was coming, and he went off to the spring for water, while I
brought the spider and pots. The great, green-roofed temple of the
woods, that had so lately rung with the howl of wolves, began to fill
with far wandering echoes of sweet song.
"They was a big cat over there by the spring las' night," said D'ri, as we
all sat down to