It was between the dark and the daylight when far away could
be seen the treacherous wolves skulking over the hills. We sat
beside our campfires and watched them for awhile. Sometimes a
few of them would howl as if they wanted to get in our camp.
Then, half discouraged, they would walk away and soon there
would be others doing the same thing. They were afraid to come
near because of the fires, which were burning brightly. I
noticed that they howled more between the dark and the
daylight than at any time of the night.