“The time flew by, as time only flies in a fairy forest.
“The wolf moaned in his sleep, then he shivered, and shivering awoke. No wonder he shivers: he had lain down to sleep with the soft balmy summer winds playing around him; now all is cold snow.
“No wonder he shivers, for yonder in front of him, and not two yards away, stands one of the most terrible-looking apparitions ever his eyes beheld. A great grizzly boar!
“‘O! dear me,’ cried the wolf, ‘what a fright you gave me! Who are you at all?’
“‘I’m Remorse,’ was the stern reply; ‘you used to call me Conscience once.’
“‘O! well,’ said the wolf, ‘do go away, you have no idea how dreadful you look. I’ll—hoo—oo—oo!’
“And the wolf laid back his ears, lifted up his head and voice, and howled till the welkin rang, just as you see him in the picture.
“‘I didn’t always look dreadful,’ said the boar; ‘when I was young I was tender, but you seared me and hardened me, and tried to bury me. Do you remember the days when I used to beseech you to do unto others as you would that others would do unto you? Now I’m come to do unto you as you have done to others. Aha!’
“‘Hoo—oo—oo!’ howled the wolf. ‘O! pray go away. Hoo—oo—oo!’
“‘Nay, nay,’ said Remorse, ‘I’ll never leave you more.’