night, a doe and a monstrous stag 

 with " a rocking-chair on his head." 



Straight to the very place went 

 Yan, and found the tracks one 

 like those he had seen in the mud 

 long ago, another a large unmistak- 

 able print, the mark of the Sandhill 

 Stag. 



How the wild beast in his heart 

 did ramp he wanted to howl like a 

 wolf on a hot scent ; and away they 

 went through woods and hills, the 

 trail and Yan and the inner wolf* 



All day he followed and, grown 

 crafty himself, remarked each sign, 

 and rejoiced to find that nowhere 

 had the deer been bounding. And 

 when the sun was low the sign was 

 warm, so laying aside unneeded 



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