it was after the letting in of the that the part of s life began he had the good conscience that comes from paying debts all the was his friend and just a little afraid of him the things that he did and saw and heard when he was wandering from one people to another with or without his four companions would make many stories each as long as this one so you will never be told how he met the mad elephant of who killed two and twenty drawing eleven carts of silver to the government treasury and scattered the shiny in the dust how he fought the all one long night in the of the north and broke his knife on the brute s back plates how he found a new and longer knife round the neck of a man who had been killed by a wild and how he that and killed him as a fair price for the knife how he was caught up once in the great famine by the moving of the deer and nearly c� � � � � � � � � the book to death in the swaying hot herds how he saved the silent from being once more in a pit with a stake at the bottom and how next day he himself fell into a very cunning trap and how broke the thick wooden bars to pieces above him how he the wild in the swamp and how � but we must tell one tale at a time father and mother wolf died and rolled a big against the mouth of their cave and cried the death song over them grew very old and and even whose nerves were steel and whose muscles were iron was a shade slower on the kill than he had been turned from gray to white with pure age his ribs stuck out and he walked as though he had been made of wood and killed for him but the young wolves the children of the pack and increased and when there were about forty of them clean footed five year told them that they ought to gather themselves together and follow the law and run under one head as the free people this was not a question in which concerned himself for as he said he had eaten sour fruit and he knew the tree it hung from but when son of his father was the gray in the days of s red dog fought his way to the of the pack according to law and the old calls and songs began to ring under the stars once more came to the council rock for memory s sake when he chose to speak the pack waited till he had finished and he sat at s side on the rock above those were days of good hunting and good sleeping no stranger cared to break into the that belonged to s people as they called the pack and the young wolves grew rat and strong and there were many to bring to the looking over always attended a looking over remembering the night when a black bought a naked brown baby into the pack and the long call look look well o wolves made his heart flutter otherwise he would be far away in the with his four brothers touching seeing and feeling new things one twilight when he was trotting leisurely across the to give the half of a buck that he had killed while the four behind him a little and tumbling one another over for joy of being alive he heard a cry that had never been heard since the bad days of it was what they call in the the a hideous kind of shriek that the gives when he is hunting behind a tiger or when there is a big killing if you can imagine a mixture the book of hate triumph fear and despair with a kind of running through it you will get some notion of the that rose and sank and wavered and far away across the the four stopped at once and growling s hand went to his knife and he checked the blood in his face his eyebrows knotted there is no striped one dare kill here he said that is not the cry of the answered gray brother it is some great killing listen it broke out again half sobbing and half just as though the had soft human lips then drew deep breath and ran to the council rock on his way hurrying wolves of the pack and were on the rock together and below them every nerve strained sat the others the mothers and the were off to their for when the cries it is no time for weak things to be abroad they could hear nothing except the rushing and in the dark and the light evening winds among the tree tops till suddenly across the river a wolf called it was no wolf of the pack for they were all at the rock the note changed to a long despairing bay and it said they heard tired feet on the rocks and a gaunt red dog wolf with red on his his right fore useless and his jaws white with foam flung himself into the circle and lay gasping at s feet good hunting under whose � said gravely good hunting won am i was the answer he meant that he was a solitary wolf for himself his mate and his in some lonely as do many wolves in the south means an � one who lies out from any pack then he panted and they could see his heart beats shake him backward and forward what moves said for that is the question all the asks after the cries the the of the � red dog the they came north from the south saying the was empty and 