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was a burning hot 

 day. Yan was wan- 

 dering in pursuit of 

 birds among the end- 

 less groves and glades 

 of the Sandhill wilderness about Car- 

 berry* The water in the numer- 

 ous marshy ponds was warm with 

 the sun heat, so Yan cut across to 

 the trail spring, the only place in the 

 country where he might find a cool- 

 ing drink. As he stooped beside it 

 his eye fell on a small hoof-mark in 

 the mud, a sharp and elegant track. 



