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easy shot； and on killing it found it was a nursing She…wolf。 Evidently her
family were somewhere near； so he spent two or three days searching in
all the likely places； but found no clue to the den。
Two weeks afterward； as the wolver rode down an adjoining ca駉n； he
saw a Wolf come out of a hole。 The ever…ready rifle flew up； and another
ten…dollar scalp was added to his string。 Now he dug into the den and
found the litter； a most surprising one indeed； for it consisted not of the
usual five or six Wolf…pups； but of eleven； and these； strange to say； were
of two sizes； five of them larger and older than the other six。 Here were
two distinct families with one mother； and as he added their scalps to his
string of trophies the truth dawned on the hunter。 One lot was surely the
family of the She…wolf he had killed two weeks before。 The case was clear：
the little ones awaiting the mother that was never to come； had whined
piteously and more loudly as their hunger…pangs increased； the other
mother passing had heard the Cubs； her heart was tender now； her own
little ones had so recently come； and she cared for the orphans； carried
them to her own den； and was providing for the double family when the
rifleman had cut the gentle chapter short。
Many a wolver has dug into a wolf…den to find nothing。 The old
Wolves or possibly the Cubs themselves often dig little side pockets and
off galleries； and when an enemy is breaking in they hide in these。 The
loose earth conceals the small pocket and thus the Cubs escape。 When the
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wolver retired with his scalps he did not know that the biggest of all the
Cubs； was still in the den； and even had he waited about for two hours； he
might have been no wiser。 Three hours later the sun went down and there
was a slight scratching afar in the hole； first two little gray paws； then a
small black nose appeared in a soft sand…pile to one side of the den。 At
length the Cub came forth from his hiding。 He had been frightened by the
attack on the den； now he was perplexed by its condition。
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。
A stranger is an enemy； and the old one rushing forth to the defense；
met the Cub again； and again was restrained by something that rose in her
responsive to the smell。 The Cub had thrown himself on his back in utter
submission； but that did not prevent his nose reporting to him the good
thing almost within reach。 The She…wolf went into the den and curled
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herself about her brood； the Cub persisted in following。 She snarled as he
approached her own little ones； but disarming wrath each time by
submission and his very cubhood； he was presently among her brood；
helping himself to what he wanted so greatly； and thus he adopted himself
into her family。 In a few days he was so much one of them that the mother
forgot about his being a stranger。 Yet he was different from them in several
waysolder by two weeks； stronger； and marked on the neck and
shoulders with what afterward grew to be a dark mane。
Little Duskymane could not have been happier in his choice of a
foster…mother； for the Yellow Wolf was not only a good hunter with a fund
of cunning； but she was a Wolf of modern ideas as well。 The old tricks of
tolling a Prairie Dog； relaying for Antelope； houghing a Bronco or
flanking a Steer she had learned partly from instinct and partly from the
example of her more experienced relatives； when they joined to form the
winter bands。 But； just as necessary nowadays； she had learned that all
men carry guns； that guns are irresistible； that the only way to avoid them
is by keeping out of sight while the sun is up； and yet that at night they are
harmless。 She had a fair comprehension of traps； indeed she had been in
one once； and though she left a toe behind in pulling free； it was a toe most
advantageously disposed of； thenceforth； though not comprehending the
nature of the trap； she was thoroughly imbued with the horror of it； with
the idea indeed that iron is dangerous； and at any price it should be
avoided。
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 hera terrible one indeed。
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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