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blood pouring from it had formed a large pool on the cottage floor. My
father's first intention had been to seize his gun and pursue; but he
was checked by this horrid spectacle; he knelt down by his dying child,
and burst into tears. Marcella could just look kindly on us for a few
seconds, and then her eyes were closed in death.

"My father and I were still hanging over my poor sister's body, when my
mother-in-law came in. At the dreadful sight she expressed much
concern; but she did not appear to recoil from the sight of blood, as
most women do.

"`Poor child!' said she, `it must have been that great white wolf which
passed me just now, and frightened me so. She's quite dead, Krantz.'

"`I know it--I know it!' cried my father, in agony.

"I thought my father would never recover from the effects of this second
tragedy; he mourned bitterly over the body of his sweet child, and for
several days would not consign it to its grave, although frequently
requested by my mother-in-law to do so. At last he yielded, and dug a
grave for her close by that of my poor brother, and took every
precaution that the wolves should not violate her remains.

"I was now really miserable, as I lay alone in the bed which I had
formerly shared with my brother and sister. I could not help thinking
that my mother-in-law was implicated in both their deaths, although I
could not account for the manner; but I no longer felt afraid of her; my
little heart was full of hatred and revenge.

"The night after my sister had been buried, as I lay awake, I perceived
my mother-in-law get up and go out of the cottage. I waited some time,
then dressed myself, and looked out through the door, which I half
opened. The moon shone bright and I could see the spot where my brother
and my sister had been buried; and what was my horror when I perceived
my mother-in-law busily removing the stones from Marcella's grave!

"She was in her white night-dress and the moon shone full upon her. She
was digging with her hands, and throwing away the stones behind her with
all the ferocity of a wild beast. It was some time before I could
collect my senses, and decide what I should do. At last I perceived
that she had arrived at the body, and raised it up to the side of the
grave. I could bear it no longer, I ran to my father and awoke him.

"`Father, father!' cried I, `dress yourself, and get your gun.'

"`What!' cried my father, `the wolves are there, are t