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A pretty stenographer, freshly combed and lipsticked, glanced at him coldly and muttered to her companion, "A shame to spoil our main streets with dirty beggars."
An industrial worker, covered with grease and soot, rushed by with a lunch pail in his hand, and thought, "Why doesn't he get some kind o{ a, job? There's plenty of jobs a fellow can do sitting down if he wants to. " '
A woman stopped and opened her purse. But she hesitated and looked around her at the passing throng. She was embarrassed by her display of feelings. Quickly she closed the purse again and was off.
Sales girls, clerks, factory workers, executives, shoppers passed on thei4' way home, but their eyes were fixed ahead and they didn't turn to pity the man pressing against the wall.
The dog sniffed about the man. He was cold and hungry. The man reached inside his jacket and pulled out a slice of bread. He gave half to the dog.
Senior Fourth
HOWLIN Stephen McKee
The moon beams fell softly upon the still white world. The snow had stopped, leaving a soft marless blanket of white upon the forest floor.
The trees lay heavy with snow, and softly the wind rose. At this point, down from the hills came Howlin, wolf.
He travelled alone , he travelled hungry. IHe hadn't eaten for several days, and his sides were gaunt with hunger.
He was feared and respected by everything, even man. On he travelled looking for food and shelter finding neither. Suddenly, as through a mirage, he saw something, someone, a man, a lonely hunter, food , caught by the snow and travelling slowly.
Under normal circumstances Howlin would have circled the man unseen. But this was no normal circumstance, it meant life or death. In all his life he hadneverfoughtamanbeforealthoughhe held no fear for them. He circled behind the hunter taking advantage of the crouched closer. Eyes alert for any sign of danger, and warning of catastrophe. The moment of truth was drawing near he wasn't ten feet from his goal. The hunter tensed, Howlin sensed this, it was now or never. He growled, he sprang. The hunter turned quickly andfired his hand gun. A pain seared deep into Howlin's chest as his teeth sank heavily into the man's throat. At last, food , wasted. A small cry of pain, a gasping sigh .
Silence again returned, white snow, red blood, death for the hunter and the wolf, Howlin.
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