a foot above his own so this is the said very soft is his skin and he is not so unlike the log have a care that i do not mistake thee for a monkey some twilight when i have newly changed my coat the book we be of one blood thou and i answered i take my life from thee to night my kill shall be thy kill if ever thou art hungry o all thanks little brother said though his eyes and what may so bold a hunter i ask that i may follow when next he goes abroad i kill nothing � i am too little � but i drive toward such as can use them when thou art empty come to me and see if i speak the truth i have some in these he held out his hands and if ever thou art in a trap i may pay the debt which i owe to th ee to and to good hunting to ye all my masters well said growled for had returned thanks very prettily the dropped his head lightly for a minute on s shoulder a brave heart and a courteous tongue said he they shall carry thee far through the but now go hence quickly with thy friends go and sleep for the sets and what follows it is not well that see the moon was sinking behind the hills and the of trembling huddled together s hunting on the walls and looked like ragged of things went down to the for a drink and began to put his fur in order as glided out into the of the terrace and brought his jaws together with a ringing snap that drew all the eyes upon him the moon sets he said is there yet light to see from the walls came a moan like the wind in the tree tops we see o good begins now the dance � the dance of the hunger of sit still and watch he turned twice or thrice in a big circle weaving his head from right to left then he began making and figures of eight with his body and soft that melted into squares and five sided figures and never resting never hurrying and never stopping his low humming song it grew darker and darker till at last the dragging shifting disappeared but they could hear the rustle of the scales and stood still as stone growling in their throats their neck hair and watched and wondered log said the voice of at last the book can ye stir foot or hand without my order speak without thy order we cannot stir foot or hand o good come all one pace nearer to me the lines of the swayed forward helplessly and and took one stiff step forward with them nearer and they all moved again laid his hands on and to get them away and the two great beasts started as though they had been from a dream keep thy hand on my shoulder whispered keep it there or i must go back � must go back to a ah i it is only old making circles on the dust said let us go and the three slipped off through a gap in the walls to the said when he stood under the still trees again never more will i make an ally of and he shook himself all over he knows more than we said trembling in a little time had i stayed i should have walked down his throat s hunting many will walk that road before the moon rises again said he will have good hunting � after his own fashion but what was the meaning of it all said who did not know anything of a s powers of fascination i saw no more than a big snake making foolish circles till the dark came and his nose was all sore ho ho said angrily his nose was sore on thy account as my ears and sides and and s neck and shoulders are bitten on thy account neither nor will be able to hunt with pleasure for many days it is nothing said we have the man again true but he has cost us most heavily in time which might have been spent in good hunting in wounds in hair � i am half plucked along my back � and last of all in honor for remember i who am the black was forced to call upon for protection and and i were both made stupid as little birds by the hunger dance all this man came of thy playing with the log true it is true said sorrowfully i am an evil man and my stomach is sad in me the book what says the law of the did not wish to bring into any more trouble but he could not with the law so he sorrow never stays punishment but remember he is very little i will remember but he has done mischief and blows must be dealt now hast thou anything to say nothing i did wrong and thou art wounded it is just gave him half a dozen love from a s point of view they would hardly have one of his own but for a seven year old boy they amounted to as severe a beating as you could wish to avoid when it was all over and picked himself up without a word now said jump on my back little brother and we will go home one of the beauties of law is that punishment settles all scores there is no afterward laid his head down on s back and slept so deeply that he never when he was put down by mother side in the home cave s hunting road song of the log here we go in a flung half way up to the jealous moon don t you envy 