lawns between. Life life on every 

 side, and life within, for Yan was 

 young and strong and joyed in pow- 

 ers complete. " These are the best 

 days of my life," he said, " these are 

 my golden days." He thought it 

 then, and oh, how well he came to 

 know it in the after years ! 



All day at a long wolf-lope he 

 would go and send the white hare 

 and the partridge flying from his 

 path, and swing along and scan the 

 ground for sign and the telltale in- 

 script in the snow, the oldest of all 

 writing, more thrillful of interest by 

 far than the finest glyph or scarab 

 that ever Egypt gave to modern day* 



But the driving snow was the 



wild deer's friend, as the driven snow 

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