XII 



RINGO wandered on 

 with nose alert, passing 

 countless odors of ber- 

 ries, roots, grouse, deer, 

 till a new and pleasing 

 smell came with especial force. 



It was not sheep, or game, or a dead 

 thing. It was a smell of living meat. 

 He followed the guide to a little mea- 

 dow, and there he found it. There 

 were five of them, red, or red and 

 white great things as big as himself ; 

 but he had no fear of them. The 



