On to the SiwasTi 



repeating, as he showed us different tracks. &quot; This 

 sign is not so old. Boys, to-morrow we ll get up a 

 lion, sure as you re born. And if we do, and Sounder 

 sees him, then we ve got a lion-dog! I m afraid of 

 Don. He has a fine nose; he can run and fight, but 

 he s been trained to deer, and maybe I can t break 

 him. Moze is still uncertain. If old Jude only 

 hadn t been lamed ! She would be the best of the lot. 

 But Sounder is our hope. I m almost ready to swear 

 by him.&quot; 



All this was too much for me, so I slipped off again 

 to be alone, and this time headed for the forest. 

 Warm patches of sunlight, like gold, brightened the 

 ground ; dark patches of sky, like ocean blue, gleamed 

 between the treetops. Hardly a rustle of wind in 

 the fine-toothed green branches disturbed the quiet. 

 When I got fully out of sight of camp, I started to 

 run as if I were a wild Indian. My running had no 

 aim; just sheer mad joy of the grand old forest, the 

 smell of pine, the wild silence and beauty loosed the 

 spirit in me so it had to run, and I ran with it till 

 the physical being failed. 



While resting on a fragrant bed of pine needles, 

 endeavoring to regain control over a truant mind, 

 trying to subdue the encroaching of the natural man 

 on the civilized man, I saw gray objects moving under 

 the trees. I lost them, then saw them, and presently 



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