BEARS AND WOLVES
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Dave set to work with avidity, piling on nearly all of the brushwood that was left. He had just completed the task when he chanced to look beyond into the waste of snow. He saw a pair of gleaming eyes—then another pair and still another.
"The wolves are coming, father!" he cried, in consternation.
"I see them, Dave, and we are going to have the fight of our lives to keep them off," answered Mr. Porter.
