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Snow 
Bound 
the nearest point in the many paths 
out of which the pack had driven 
him. But he stopped and lay quiet 
at the first sound of my snowshoes 
behind him. " The chase law holds. -x,/^*; 
You have caught me; I am yours." 
— This is what his sad eyes were 
saying. And sitting down quietly 
near him again, 1 tried to reassure 
him. " You are safe. Take your 
own time. Nothing shall harm you 
now." — That is what I tried to make 
him feel by the very power of my 
own feeling, never more strongly 
roused than now for any wild 
creature. 
1 whistled a little tune softly, which 
always rouses the Wood Folk's curi- 
