| "He Saw Jeff with One Lynx down, Slashing at Its Throat" | Frontispiece | | FACING PAGE | | "For a Day He Wandered Disconsolately over and about the Ruins" | 14 | | "The Shambles of the Plain" | 46 | | "He Found the Wolverine Head Downward in His Choicest Cellar" | 62 | | "The Gaunt, Tirelessly Patrolling Shape of His White Sentinel" | 78 | | "His Pronged Antlers Ripped it Wide Open" | 100 | | "And the Fiery Light in His Brain Went Out" | 116 | | "He Took No Pains to Choose an Easy Path" | 128 |
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