THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL STAG 



things, Yan crawled along like a 

 snake on the track of a hare. All 

 day the animals had zigzagged as 

 they fed ; their drink was snow, and 

 now at length away across a lawn 

 in a bank of brush Yan spied a some- 

 thing flash. A bird perhaps ; he lay 

 still and watched. Then gray among 

 the gray brush, he made out a great 

 log, and from one end of it rose two 

 gnarled oaken boughs. Again the 

 flash the move of a restless ear, 

 then the oak boughs moved and Yan 

 trembled, for he knew that the log 

 in the brush was the form of the 

 Sandhill Stag. So grand, so charged 

 with life. He seemed a precious, 

 sacred thing a king, fur-robed < 

 and duly crowned. To think of 



