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Updated: May 31, 2025

Three rifles rang, and in the snow Garou went down at last, his life of combat done. He had made his choice. His days were short and crammed with quick events. His tale of many peaceful years was spent in three of daily brunt. He picked his trail, a new trail, high and short. He chose to drink his cup at a single gulp, and break the glass-but he left a deathless name.

Ernest Thompson Seton - Animal Heroes