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snow had been gone for some time & the ground was dry & grass starting.  We had no trouble in locating the den by the numerous tracks on the bare ground, but both old wolves had seen us come over the ridge and skipped out before we saw them.  Their tracks went off side by side over the snow toward the head of Fremont Lake.

The den was a natural cavity under two rocks as big as a small house.  It was a flat & wide cavity but not deep enough for me to crawl in until we dug a new entrance at back of rock & enlarged it by scraping out dirt till I could squeeze in flat ways.  

The pups were back in the far corner packed in a shallow plane & with the candle I cold see their eyes shine - & [[strikethrough]] be [[/strikethrough]] could hear them growl & snarl.

By stretching I reached the hind foot of one & pulled him out till I could let go and grab his neck.  Then passed him