6g 
The JVay of the Wolf 
would have been easy enough for the cubs to have 
killed all they wanted and to grow fat and lazy as the 
bears, which were now stuffing themselves before going 
off to sleep for the winter; but the old mother wolf held 
them firmly in check, for with plenty of small game 
everywhere, all wolves are minded to go quietly about 
their own business and let the caribou follow their own 
ways. When October came it brought the big stags 
into the open, — splendid, imposing beasts, with swollen 
necks and fierce red eyes and long white manes tossing 
in the wind. Then the wolves had to stand aside; for 
the stags roamed over all the land, pawing the moss 
in fury, bellowing their hoarse challenge, and charging 
like a whirlwind upon every living thing that crossed 
their paths. 
When the mother wolf, with her cubs at heel, saw 
one of these big furies at a distance she would circle 
prudently to avoid him. Again, as the cubs hunted 
rabbits, they would hear a crash of brush and a furious 
challenge as some quarrelsome stag winded them; and 
the mother with her cubs gathered close about her 
would watch alertly for his headlong rush. As he 
charged out the wolves would scatter and leap nimbly 
aside, then sit down on their tails in a solemn circle and 
watch as if studying the strange beast. Again and again 
he would rush upon them, only to find that he was 
fighting the wind. Mad as a hornet, he would single 
