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[*The facts and incidents of the lame wolf's death are strictly true,
although they were not witnessed by the writer.] Thus fell the last wolf
on the Hills of Warwick!
"There, I have finished my yarn, and in good time," cried Harry, "for
here we are at the bridge, and in five minutes more we shall be at old
Tom's door."
"A right good yarn!" said Forester; "and right well spun, upon my word."
"But is it a yarn?" asked A---, "or is it intended to be the truth?"
"Oh! the truth," laughed Frank, "the truth, as much as Archer can tell
the truth; embellished, you understand, embellished!"
"The truth, strictly," answered Harry, quietly--"the truth not
embellished. When I tell personal adventures, I am not in the habit of
decorating them with falsehood."
"I had no idea," responded the Commodore, "that there had been any
wolves here so recently."
"There are wolves here now," said Archer, "though they are scarce and
wary. It was but last year that I rode down over the back-bone of the
mountain, on the Pompton road, in the nighttime, and that on the third
of July, and one fellow followed me along the road till I got quite down
into the cultivated country.
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