was the road to food* No man can 

 follow it far without feeling a wild 

 beast prickling in his hair and down 

 his spine* Away Yan went, a hunt- 

 er-brute once more, all other feelings 

 swamped* 



Late that day the trail, after many 

 a kink and seeming break, led into 

 a great dense thicket of brittle, quak- 

 ing asp* Yan knew that the Stag 

 was there to lie at rest* The deer 

 went in up-wind, of course* His 

 eyes and ears would watch his trail, 

 and his nose would guard in front, 

 so Yan went in at one side, trusting 

 to get a shot* With a very agony 

 of care he made his way, step by 

 step, and, after many minutes, surely 

 found the track, still leading on* 

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