Badlands Billy 
signal-stations without any conscious attempt 
at teaching on the part of his foster-mother. 
Example backed by his native instincts was in- 
deed the chief teacher, but on one occasion at 
least there was something very like the effort 
of a human parent to guard her child in 
danger. 
The Dark Cub had learned the rudiments of 
Wolf life: that the way to fight Dogs is to run, 
and to fight as you run, never grapple, but 
snap, snap, snap, and make for the rough coun- 
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try where a cannot bring their riders. 
He learned not to bother about the Coyotes 
that felcoe for the pickin y 
you cannot catch them and they do you no 
harm. 
He knew he must not waste time dashing 
after Birds that alight on the ground ; and.that 
he must keep away from the little black and 
white Animal with the bushy tail. It is not 
very good to eat, and it is very, very bad to 
smell. 
Poison! Oh, he never forgot that smell 
from the day when the den was cleared of all 
his foster-brothers. 
