. St. Nicholas [serial]. l or bird hiding away fromthe storm. The noisy roar ofthe blizzard as it swirled downthe mountain-side drowned thesolid pounding of his huge feetand the scraping of the long,ivory-like claws against therocks. Suddenly he stoppedshort: a varying hare, not yetquite white, was sleeping in theshelter of a little bush near had almost passed it, when,out of the corner of his eye,he detected a tuft of pinky-white fur; a few cautious steps, and, with a growl,his mighty foot came down. He growled justa fraction of a second too soon: there was aflash of pinky-white, two lo
. St. Nicholas [serial]. l or bird hiding away fromthe storm. The noisy roar ofthe blizzard as it swirled downthe mountain-side drowned thesolid pounding of his huge feetand the scraping of the long,ivory-like claws against therocks. Suddenly he stoppedshort: a varying hare, not yetquite white, was sleeping in theshelter of a little bush near had almost passed it, when,out of the corner of his eye,he detected a tuft of pinky-white fur; a few cautious steps, and, with a growl,his mighty foot came down. He growled justa fraction of a second too soon: there was aflash of pinky-white, two long white legs shotout like lightning, and the paw struck the warmspot where the hare had been sleeping. What a monster he was as he stood there,looking about! His eyes small, dull, and sullen,his long head swinging slowly from side to sideon the powerful neck, the fringed under lip dropped loose-ly, making a; hideous grin-,- ning expres-y sion and expos-ing the pur-plish gums andthe strong yel-low teeth. Thedriving sleet.
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