watching him, unterrified now by his fierce 

 challenge. But Megaleep's time had not yet 

 come ; besides, he was too tough. So the 

 wolves studied him awhile, amused perhaps 

 at the rough play; then, as if at a silent 

 command, they vanished like shadows into 

 the nearest cover, leaving the big stag in his 

 rage to think himself master of all the world. 



Sometimes as the old he-wolf ranged alone, 

 a silent, powerful, noble-looking brute, he 

 would meet the caribou, and there would be 

 a fascinating bit of animal play. He rarely 

 turned aside, knowing his own power, and 

 the cows and fawns after one look would 

 bound aside and rack away at a marvelous 

 pace over the barrens. In a moment or two, 

 finding that they were not molested, they 

 would turn and watch the wolf curiously till 

 he disappeared, trying perhaps to puzzle it 

 out why the ferocious enemy of the deep 

 snows and the bitter cold should now be 

 harmless as the passing birds. 



Again a young bull with his keen, polished 

 spikehorns, more active and dangerous but 

 less confident than the over-antlered stags, 



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