Cheyenne record. (Cheyenne Wells, Cheyenne County, Colo.) 1913-19??, 1917-12-27
CHAPTER Iy.-contInued.

After that cry Kazan sat for long
time on his launches, shifting the new
freedom of the air, and watching the
deep black pits in the forest about him,
~ they faded away before dawn. Now
and then, since thesday the traders had
drst bought him and put him ifito
sledge-traces away over on the Macken-.
Eie. he had often thought of his, free,
dom longingly, theswolf blood in him
urging him to tak1 it. But he had
never quite dared. # thrilled him now.
There were no clubs here, no whips,
none Of the man-beasts whom he had
arst learned to distrust. and then, to
hate. 1t was hfs misfortuneL4tfiat
uuarter-strain Of Wifi; and the clubs.
Instead of subduingshlm, had added to
the savagery that lvos born id; him.
Men had been his v rst enemies. They
had beaten him timeSsnd again yptil he
was almost dead. rhAy sSaAM him
bad" and stepped HidG at NM and
never missed the chance sto snap a
whip over his back. His body was cov-
cred with scars theyhad given him..
He had never felt kindness, or love,
until the first night tie woman had put
Der warm little handson his head, and
had snuggled her face close down to
his. while Thorpe-iier husband-had
cried out in horror He had almost
buried his fangs in her white flesh, but
In an instant her gentle touch and her
sweet voice, had sentS9hrough him that
wonderful thrill th&f was his first
knowledge Of love. And now it was
man who was driving hun FROM her,
away from the hand that had never
held club or a whip, and he growled
as he trotted deeper into the forest.
He came to the edge of swamp as
day broke. For time he had been
filled with a strange uneasiness, and
light did not quite dispel it. At last.
he was free Of men. He could detect
nothing that reminded him of their
hated presence In the air. But neither
could he smell the presence Of other
dogs, Of the sledge. the fire. of compan-
ionshfp scnd food, and so fur back as he
could remember they had always been
. part Of his life.
Hero It was very quiet. The swamp
lay in a hollow between two ridge
mountains, and the spruce and cedar
grew low and thick-so thick that
there was almost no snow under them,
and the day was like twilight. Two
things he began to miss more than all
others-food and company. Both the
wolf and the dog that was In him de-
manded the first, and that part Of him
that was dog longed for the latter. To
both desires the wolf blood that was
strong in him rose responsively. 1t told
him that somewhere in this silent
world between the two ridges there
was companionship. and that all he
his launches, and cry out his loneli-
ness. More than once something trem-
bled In his deep chest, rose in his
throat, and ended there IN a whine. 1t
was the wolf howl. not yet quite born.
Food came more easily than voice.
Toward midday he cornered big
white rabbit under log, and killed 1t.
The warm flesh and blood was better
than frozen fish, or tallpw and bran.
dence. That afternoon he chased many
rabbits. and killed two more. Until,
now. he had never known the delight of
pursuing and killing Mt will. even
though he did not eat all he killed.
But there was no fight in the rab-
bits. They died too easily. They were
very sweet and tender to eat, when he
was hungry. but the first thrill Of kill
ing them passed away after time he
wanted something bigger. He no long
sr skunk alons a. II he were afneas or;
- Il he wanted to remain HIDDEN. He
hold his head up. His Ack bristled.
Ms tail swung free and 6ushy. like a
1s1fs. Evesy Aaas In Mkfbody quiv-