THE LIFE AND DEATH OF LUCY 129 
was sleeping inside. As soon in the morning as 
the theft was discovered, however, Solon put the 
dog on the tracks, and told him to go to it. 
Teddy was a big hound dog, that had probably 
started out in life to be a fox hound, but had 
changed its mind too late for a really successful 
outcome, and tried to be a pointer—or a bulldog 
(the matter was always in dispute between Solon 
and his neighbors). ‘The hound started off on 
the tracks, but Solon delayed following till his 
wife had given him his coffee and doughnuts (the 
latter broken by Solon meditatively, and the 
pieces dipped into the former, before eating). 
Meanwhile Lucy was not a great way off— 
perhaps half a mile down in the swamp pines, 
finishing up her own breakfast and raising a 
mighty purr of thanksgiving therefor. The bay- 
ing of one hound didn’t greatly disturb her, and 
she let him get rather near before she started up. 
But she had reckoned without due consideration 
of the depth of the snow and the superior length 
of this dog’s legs. She got across the road all 
right, on her way to the mountain cliffs (her in- 
stinctive refuge), but before she could make the 
