A Wolf Story
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Última publicación jue, may 12, 2016
TRANSFORMATION into wolves is a favorite subject of Irish legend, and, many a wild tale is told by the peasants round the turf fire in the winter nights of strange adventures with wolves. Stories that had come down to them from their forefathers in the old times long ago; for there are no wolves existing now in Ireland.
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