University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-08-22

ways tell when a dog is dreaming; ant
as he dreamed there came to the dOOl
of the cabin out on the plain blue
eyed girl-woman, with big brown
braid over her shoulder, who called
through the cup of her hands, "Ka.
zan, Kazan, Kazan!"
The voice reached family to the toI
of the Sun Rock, and Gray Wolf fiat
tened her ears. kaZan stirred. and in
another instant he was awake and ON
his feet He leaped to an Out-crop-
ping ledge, smiling the air and look
ing far out over the plain that lay be-
| low them.
Over the plain the woman's voice
came to them again, and Kazan ran to
the edge of the rock and whined. Gray
Wolf stepped softly to his side and laid
her muzzle on his shoulder She had
grown to know what the Voice meant
Day and night she feared it, more than
she feared the scent or sound of man.
Since she had given up the pack
and her old life for KaZan, the Voice
had become Gray VOLTS greatest en-
emy, and she hated it. 1t took KaZan
from her And wherever it went, Ka-
Zan followed.
Night after night it robbed her of
her mate, and left her to wander alone
under the stars and the moon, keeping
faithfully to her loneliness, and never
once responding with her own tongue
to the hunt-calls of her wild brothers
and sisters in the forests and out on
the plains Uusally she would snarl a;
the Voice, and sometimes nip Kazan
lightly to show her displeasure. But
today, as the Voice came third time,
she skunk back into the darkness of
fissure between two rocks, and Kazan
saw only the fiery glow of her eyes.
Kazan ran nervously to the trail
their feet had worn up to the top of
the Sun Rock, and stood undecided.
All day, and yesterday, he had been
uneasy and disturbed. Whatever it
was that stirred him seemed to be in
the air, for he could not see it or hear
it or scent it. But he could feel it. He
went to the fissure and shifted at Gray
Wolf. Usually she whined coaxingly.
But her response today was to draw
back her lips until he could see ser
white fangs.
A fourth time the Voice came to
them family. and she snapped fierce
ly at some unseen thing in the dark
ness between the two rocks. Kazan
went again to the trail, still hesitat-
ing. Then he began to go down. 1t
was a narrow winding trail, worn
only by the pads and claws of animals,
for the Sun Rock was a huge crag
that rose almost sheer up for a hun
dred feet above the tops of the spruce
and balsam, its bald crest catching |
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and the last glow of it in
the evening. Gray Wolf had first led |
Kazan to the security of the retreat at |
the top of the rock.
When he reached the bottom he no |
longer hesitated, but darted swiftly !
in the direction of the cabin. Be-
cause of that instinct of the wild that
was still in him, he always ap-
preached the cabin with caution. He |
never gave warning, and for a mo-
nent Joan was startled when she |
looked up from her baby and saw Ka-
ANS shaggy head and shoulders in
he open door. The baby struggled
md kicked in her. delight, and held
'ut her two hands with cooling cries
o Kazan. Joan, too, held out hand.
'Kazan," she cried softly. "Come
n, Kazan."
Slowly the wild red light in Ka-
ans eyes softened He put a fore
DOT on the sill, and stood there, H
While the girl urged him again. Sud-
emily his legs seemed to sink little