CHAPTER XI 



BANNERTAIL AND THE ECHO 

 VOICE 



HE Hunger-moon, our Feb- 

 ruary, was half worn away 

 when again the sky gods 

 seemed to win against the 

 powers of chill and gloom. 

 Food was ever scarcer, but Bannertail 

 had enough, and was filled with the vigor 

 of young life. The sun came up in a cloud- 

 less sky that day, and blazed through the 

 branches of still, tense woodland, the air 

 was crisp and exhilarating, and Banner- 

 tail, tingling with the elation of life, 

 leaped up for the lust of leaping, and 

 sang out his loudest song: 



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