what would happen to Moktaques when one 

 of the line should discover and jump him. 

 Indeed, having no rifle, I was glad enough when (Jptdeekis 



myself to sit very still and let the savage 

 creatures go by without finding me. 



The middle lynx, a fierce old female, was 

 following the hare's trail; and in a moment 

 it flashed across me \vho she was and what 

 they were all doing. Here, at last, was the 

 secret of the lynx bands that one sometimes 

 finds in the winter woods, and that occasion- 

 ally threaten or appall one with a ferocity 

 that the individual animals never manifest. 

 For Upweekis, though big and fierce, is at 

 heart a slinking, cowardly, treacherous crea- 

 ture like all cats and so loves best to be 

 alone. Knowing that the rest of his tribe 

 are like himself, he suspects them all and is 

 fearful that in any division of common spoils 

 somebody else would get the lion's share. And 

 so I have never found among the cats any 

 trace of the well-defined regulations that seem 

 to prevail among nearly all other animals. 



In winter, however, it is different. Then 

 necessity compels Upweekis to lay aside 



