"Now-I-lay-me-down-to-sleep, I-pray-thee-Lard-my-soul-to-keep, If-I-should-die-before-I-wake I-pray-thee-Lard-my-soul-to-take. An'-God-make-Emily-well." The wolves were clamouring in the distance. They had caught the game that they were chasing. He could just hear them as he fell asleep. The sun broke with the glory of a new world over the white wilderness. The wolf howls ceased and all was still.