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now but a shrunken piece of loose skin, which, by 

 its shortness and bedraggled insignificance, accen- 

 tuated the thickness of the enormous neck, strongly 

 built as a wall. 



He still wandered, as he had wandered for years, 

 urged thereto by the supreme restlessness that 

 comes to all of Nature's journeymen born — a rest- 

 lessness which, by its relation to "the something 

 within " Shelley told us of, is only to be satisfied by 

 the perfection of harmony to be found in changing 

 Nature. 



What Moosewa did not know about the wild 

 was not worth knowing. His experiences had been 

 so varied, his range so wide, that he must have been 

 a stupid beast indeed who failed to emerge educated. 



Every chapter of his life had a curious knack of 

 developing suddenly. They began tamely, often 

 dully, and then, almost before he was prepared for 

 them, great happenings occurred. He found him- 

 self expecting these spectacular effects after a time, 

 taking them as a matter of course, and when he 

 reached the half-toned beginnings of a trek which 

 landed him on the Kenai Peninsula, the big bull 

 thought to himself, " Something will come of this." 

 And sure enough something did — a something not 



