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Never did he fail to respond savagely to the chatter of the squirrel he had first met on the blasted pine.

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A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not eve...more

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But he is not always alone. When the long winter nights come on and the wolves follow their meat into the lower valleys, he may be seen running at the...more