other hole in the snow and be sure that it 



smelled just like the first one. Up on the 

 tiften Upweekis rock the big lynx drew f urther back . the 



^ er d Pressed close, raising their heads high 

 to see what he was doing; and the young 

 caribou stole up and put his nose down into 

 the trail again. Then three living catapults 

 shot over the high rim of the rock and 

 fell upon him. Like a flash the big lynx 

 was on his feet, drawing himself up to his 

 full height and hurling a savage screech of 

 exultation after the flying herd. Then he, 

 too, shot over the rock, fell fair on the neck 

 of the struggling young caribou, and bore 

 him down into the snow. 



Upweekis is a stupid fellow. He will 

 poke his big head into a wire noose as fool- 

 ishly as any rabbit, and then he will fight 

 savagely with the pole at the other end of 

 the noose until he chokes himself. But no 

 one could follow that wonderful trail in the 

 snow, or sit with tingling nerves under the 

 spruces watching that wild bit of fox-play, 

 without a growing respect for the shadowy 



