a long while ago. But what is time to the dead? To them,

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reached the hanging foot, and yet not quite. She fell back, and then I

saw that the leap was her last for that time, for she had oversprung

herself, and lay there howling, the black blood flowing from her

mouth. The wolf saw also: he drew near, sniffed at her, then, knowing

that she was hurt, seized her by the throat and worried her. Now all

the place was filled with groans and choking howls, as the wolves

rolled over and over beneath him who sat above, and in the blood-red

light of the dying sun the sight and sounds were so horrid that I

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and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river

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