He could not quite comprehend the fear that had possessed him.

Thoreau saw this, and pointing to Baree--a gesture that brought a snarl from the beast--he said: "He is bad, m'sieu, _bad_! He is the worst dog in all this country.

He was born an outcast--among the wolves--and his heart is filled with murder.

He is a quarter wolf, and you can't club it out of him.

Half a dozen masters have owned him, and none of them has been able to club it out of him.