THE LIFE AND DEATH OF LUCY 106 
faking will never believe anything true about 
animals which goes contrary to what they them- 
selves have seen, or the way in which the average 
run of animals behave. Nevertheless, you cannot 
always predict animal conduct from the average 
run, any more than you can predict human con- 
duct. There is more of the animal in humans 
than we used to suppose (before 1914, for in- 
stance), and there is more of the human in ani- 
mals. Anyhow, I'll take a chance, and tell Lucy’s 
story in defiance of the scoffers. 
But first I wish I could take you into the coun- 
try where Lucy was born and brought up. I 
could, very easily, if you were here, and your 
wind was good, for it isn’t more than a mile be- 
hind my house—or, rather, above my house. You 
may have been past the spot, indeed, purring 
along in your motor, on your way to Stockbridge 
and Lenox. But going past it and going to it 
are quite different things. Leaping directly up 
from the State highway is the steep wall of the 
mountain, a long wall, or, rather, series of jutting 
shoulders, stretching north and south for ten 
miles or more, with the summit a mile behind 
