University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-08-17

There were the marks of the sledge
the dogs feet, and the snow-sho,
prints of his enemy.
Then he threw up his head to tn,
stars, and from his throat there rolled
out over the wide plains the hunt
cry-the wild and savage call for the
pack. Never had he put the savagery
in it that was there tonight. Agair
and again he sent forth that call, ant
then there came an answer and anoth.
er and still another, until Gray Vol
herself sat back on her launches and
added her voice to KaZan's, and faI
out on the plain a white and hag-
gard-faced man halted his exhausted
dogs to listen, while voice said
family from the sledge:
1.-The wolves. father. Are they COM
ing-after u.s."
The man was silent He was not
young. The moon shOne in his long
white beard, and added grotesquely to
the height of his tall gaunt figure. A
girl had raised her head from a bear
skin pillow on the sleigh. Her dark
eyes were filled beautifully with the
starlight. She was pale. Her hair
fell in thick shining braid over her
shoulder, and she was hugging some
thing tightly to her breast
They're on the trail of something
probably a deer" said the man,
looking at the breech OF his rife.
Don't worry, 10. Well stop at the
next bit of scrub and see If we can't
find enough dry stuff for a fire.
Wee-ah-h-h-h, boys! Koosh-koosh
=" and he snapped his whip over
the backs of his team.
From the bundle at the girls breast
there came a small wailing cry. And
far back in the plain there answered
it the scattered voice of the pack
At last Kazan was on the trail of
vengeance. He ran slowly at first,
with Gray Wolf close beside him,
pausing every three or four hundred
yards to send forth the cry. A gray
leaping form joined them from be-
hind. Another followed Two came
in from the side, and Kazan's solitary
howl gave place to the wild tongue of
the pack. Numbers grew, and with
number the pace became
swifter. NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
teen, by the time the more open and
wind-swept part of the plain was
reached.
1t was strong pack, filled with oil 1
and fearless hunters. Gray Wolf was
the youngest, and she kept close to
shoulders. She could see moth
ing of his red-shot eyes and dripping
Jaws, and would not have understood
4 she had seen. But she could fael
md she was thrilled by the spirit of
hat strange and mysterious savagery
hat had made Kazan forget all things
,ut hurt and death.
The pack made no sound. There
vas only the painting of breath and
he soft fall of many feet. They ran
wiftly and close. And always Ka-
an was leap ahead, with Gray Wolf
losing his shoulder.
Never had he wanted to kill as he
elt the desire in him to kill now.
FOR the first time he had no fear of
nan, no fear of the club, of the whip,
r of the thing that blazed forth fire
nd death. He ran more swiftly, in or :
er to overtake them and give them
attle sooner. All of the pent-up
MADNESS of four years of slavery and
buse at the hands of men broke
pose in thin red streams of fire in his
ems, and when at last he saw a
lowing blotch far out on the plain
head of him, the cry that came out
his throat was one that Gray Wolf
i'd not understand.
Three hundred yards beyond that
loving blotch was the thin line of
mber, and Kazan and his followers
ore down swiftly. Halfway to the
mber they were almost upon it, and
lddenly 1t stopped and became a
low. From out of it there leaped
lat lightning tongue of flame that
azap had alwavs dreaded and he