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the easiest matter in the world for an old 

 wolf to hamstring one of the slow fawns, or 

 the mother caribou herself as she hovered 

 in the rear to defend her young; but there 

 were other thoughts in the shaggy gray head 

 that had seen so much hunting. So the 

 mother wolf drove the deer slowly, puzzling 

 them more and more, as a collie distracts 

 the herd by his yapping, out into the open 

 where her cubs might join in the hunting. 



The wolves now drew back, all save the 

 mother, which advanced hesitatingly to where 

 the caribou stood with lowered head watch- 

 ing every move. Suddenly the cow charged, 

 so swiftly, furiously, that the old wolf seemed 

 almost caught, and tumbled away with the 

 broad hoofs striking savagely at her flanks. 

 Farther and farther the caribou drove her 

 enemy, roused now to frenzy at the wolf's 

 nearness and apparent cowardice. Then she 

 whirled in a panic and rushed back to her 

 little ones, only to find that all the other 

 wolves, as if frightened by her furious 

 charge, had drawn farther back from 

 the cranny in the rocks. 



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