Modern essays and stories; a book to awaken appreciation of modern prose, and to develop ability and originality in writing, ed with introduction, notes, suggestive questions, subjects for written imitation directions for writing, and original illustrations . deep with the first snows and roamed by wolves, whosesavageries I had tasted? Luckily there was no wind. Smaller and smaller wasthe circle of light, weaker and weaker the heat. And tirederand more tired grew our heads that could see no light ofsafety ahead. I think, sitting close together there, we dozed. Cer-tainly not for long, however,
Modern essays and stories; a book to awaken appreciation of modern prose, and to develop ability and originality in writing, ed with introduction, notes, suggestive questions, subjects for written imitation directions for writing, and original illustrations . deep with the first snows and roamed by wolves, whosesavageries I had tasted? Luckily there was no wind. Smaller and smaller wasthe circle of light, weaker and weaker the heat. And tirederand more tired grew our heads that could see no light ofsafety ahead. I think, sitting close together there, we dozed. Cer-tainly not for long, however, because the pillar of fire,though now a mere thread, was still pointing a finger intole hon Dieus heaven, when I heard a crunch, crunch! Wolves! I said to myself, coming to my senses witha jerk. I felt for a revolver, but the only one had beenleft in the cabin. Dear Lord, I prayed, spare us this. But the crunch came nearer, nearer, like the soft foot-falls of many beasts, yet not quite like them either. Igrasped a black-charred spar; ran it into a heap of red ashesto make it as deadly a weapon as possible. A little flamesprang from the pile, and in its light I went to grapplewith this new danger. The woman had heard, and, with a little scream, sprang. You made a fine signal PRUNIER TELLS A STORY 165 to her feet and quickly came up behind me, put her handupon me, and cried: He has come! It is my brother whohas come! And, as in the Bible, where Monsieur Moses spoke tothe rock and the water gushed from it, so the woman criedinto the dark and an answering voice sprang from it—avoice as from the dead. I stood trembling, too weak to move. You made a fine signal, the voice said. Thank Godfor it! Yes, thank le ion Dieu, for it was His pillar of fire, Isaid. Who are you? The rescued come to rescue, he replied; her brother. His sister had sunk upon the snow. As he bent to pickher up, I saw the extra pairs of snow-shoes on his back,I noticed my toboggan that he was pulling, and the sto
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