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Show I, Within Sound of tho Guns. A now Kound nroso In tho darkness, a sound which held for mo n thrill ns vltnl and Incompnrnbly mnro alluring than tho hint of distant battle. It rose slowly, a rich, mellow undulation, which stirred every fiber, nnd then quavered, dec-ended and broke off. Wo stood motionless, listening with all our enrs, and again It came, unmistakably, from the depths of tho misty woods. My companion smiled at mo In triumph. tri-umph. Ills first surprise hntl come off promptly, even ahead of time, for It wns only now growing dusk. Wo could Geo lu Imagination the drooped tnll, tho hollow-cheeked muzzlo raised skywurd n wolf uttering that cry which of nil sounds Is most symbolic of thu northern north-ern wilderness; un hurlemcnt plulntlf et lugubre. I could not bcllova my ears, that hero In the heart of France, within with-in sound of tho guns nt the front, I had hoard tho volco of n wild wolf. William Becbo In Atlantic. |