THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL STAG 



the elder and stronger, and if only 

 my strength could always be at hand 

 to save you, you would never come 

 to harm* Go now, without fear, to 

 range the piney hills; never more 

 shall I follow your trail with the 

 wild wolf rampant in my heart* 

 Less and less as I grow do I see 

 in your race mere flying marks, or 

 butcher-meat* We have grown, 

 Little Brother, and learned many 

 things that you know not, but you 

 have many a precious sense that is 

 wholly hidden from us* Go now 

 without fear of me* 



44 1 may never see you again* But 

 if only you would come sometimes 

 and look me in the eyes and make 



me feel as you have done to-day, you 



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