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drew blood on my wrist.
Having fastened the dogs
we allowed the little
fellows to run to their dead
mother. It was pathetic to
see them struggle down
on her breast, and we
even began to cuddle.
They were no longer
afraid. We could get them
tame quicks. The boys loaded
the mother on my sledge;
the cubs climbed up top
of her and away we went
to the land.
Having photographed
them at the cabin I
reluctantly gave orders for
tem to be killed which
the boys did by choking with
a rope through a hole cut
in a small tree. If I was
on my way home I would
certainly try to get them
to release and perhaps to
the states.
Tonight they are on top
of our ideas rolled up in
the skin of their mother
calling their last long sleep,