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Title: The Were-Wolf

Author: Clemence Housman

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THE WERE-WOLF

by

CLEMENCE HOUSMAN

With Six Illustrations by Laurence Housman

1896

[Illustration: Holy Water]

TO THE DEAR MEMORY OF
E.W.P.

"YOU WILL THINK OF ME SOMETIMES,
MY DEAR?"

LIST OF PLATES

Holy Water
Rol's Worship
White Fell's Escape
The Race
The Finish
Sweyn's Finding

THE WERE-WOLF

The great farm hall was ablaze with the fire-light, and noisy with
laughter and talk and many-sounding work. None could be idle but
the very young and the very old: little Rol, who was hugging a
puppy, and old Trella, whose palsied hand fumbled over her
knitting. The early evening had closed in, and the farm-servants,
come from their outdoor work, had assembled in the ample hall,
which gave space for a score or more of workers. Several of the
men were engaged in carving, and to these were yielded the best
place and light; others made or repaired fishing-tackle and
harness, and a great seine net occupied three pairs of hands. Of
the women most were sorting and mixing eider feather and chopping
straw to add to it. Looms were there, though not in present use,
but three wheels whirred emulously, and the finest and swiftest
thread of the three ran between the fingers of the house-mistress.
Near her were some children, busy too, plaiting wicks for candles
and lamps. Each group of workers had a lamp in its centre, and
those farthest from the fire had live heat from two braziers
filled with glowing wood embers, re