Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-06-02

UlllG ne COulQ make out
goat or mountain sheep. but beyond
that his world was vast sun-fllled or night
darkened mystery through which he ranged
mostly by the guidance of sound and smell
II was the sense of smell that held him
still and motionleSs now. Up out Of the
valley sense had come to his nostris that
he had never smelled before 1t was some-
thing that did not belong there. and it
stirred him strangely Vrinly his slow
working brute mind struggled to compre-
hend it. 1t was not caribou. for he had
Killed many caribou: 1t was not goat; il
was not sheep; and it was not the smell of
he fat and lazy whisters summing them
selves on the rocks, for he had eaten hun
oreds Of whistlers. 1t was a scent that
old not enrage him. and neither did 1t
inghten him. He was curious, and yet he
old not go down to seek it out. Caution
held him back
II Thor could have seen distinctly for a
mlle' or two miles, his eyes would have dis
severed even less than the wind brought
70 nun from down the valley. He stood at
Ihe edge OF little plain, with the valley
sn eighth of mile below him, and the
break over which he had come that after
noon an eighth of a mile above him, The
pain was very much like a cup, perhaps
~ acre In extent, in the green slope of
.ne mountain. 1t was covered with rich,
soi' grass and June flowers, mountain vio-
Wy and patches of forget-me-nots, and
wio asters and hyaclnths ana in the center
VI y was a ffty-foot spatter of soft mud
rnlch Thor visited frequently when his feet
became rock-sore.
10 the east and the west and the north
nun spread out the wonderful panorama
y the Canadian Rockies, softened in the
solasn sunshine Of June afternoon.
From up and down the valley, from the
nsAks between the peaks and from the lit
~ sulllss cleft In shale and rock that crept
~ 70 tue snow-lines came a soft and dron-
.Ms murmur u was the music of running
'ef. That music was always In the air,
,ef the rivers, the creeks and the tiny
,usams gushing down from the snow that
SAIL
anere We're sweet perfumes as well as
eec IN the air June and July-the last
spring and the first of summer in the
ssiuerh mountains were commingling.
s earth was bursting with green; the
siE mowers were turning the sunny slopes
~ 49, eolored splashes of red and white and
,Rs, s,l,, and everything that had life was
vhehs-the fat whlstlers on their rocks
~, pohpous little gophers on their mounts,
AZ pis bumblebees that buzzed from
mNs~u 70 hower, the hawks In the valley and
M sek'es over the peaks. Even Thor was
Ushs IN his way, for as he had padded
s'vush the soft mud a few minutes before
nao rumbled curiously deep down In his
s,ss' chest II was not a growl or a roar
smart It was the noise he made when
was eontented. 1t was his song,
ana now, for some mysterious reason,
~ had suddenly dome a change in this
,n,ssesfiul day for him. Motionless he still
mnast u the wind, 1t puzzled him. 1t dis
~, ssu MN without alarming him. To the
a a strange smell that was in the air
vas so keenly sensitive as n child's
y e'sus 70 the first sharp touch Of a drop
rusahoy And then, at last, a low and
sknnH srowl came like a distant roll OF
e,..,pr from out Of his chest He was
I,loIa Of these domains and slowly his
rea told him that there should be no smell
rhieh ne could not comprehend and OF
ne was not the master
nlsAor reared up slowly, until the whole
anS teet o. him rested on his launches.
k,,ts sat like trained dog, with his great
n his'h heaVy with mud, dropping In front
n,' enest For ten years he had lived In
N,I noentains and never had he snlelled
sl,,l '.etll He defied Il. He waited FOR Il
'. y came stronger and nearer He dld
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