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The White Wolf's Hunting 
their bushy tails almost straight out as they trotted 
along, with a slight crook near the body, — the true 
wolf sign that still reappears in many collies to tell a 
degenerate race of a noble ancestry. 
After the first deep snows the family separated, led 
by their growing hunger and by the difficulty of finding 
enough game in one cover to supply all their needs. 
The mother and the smallest cub remained together; 
the two larger cubs ranged on the other side of the 
mountain, beating the bush and hunting into each 
other’s mouth, as they had been trained to do; while 
the big he-wolf hunted successfully by himself, as he 
had done for years. Scattered as they were, they still 
kept track of each other faithfully, and in a casual way 
looked after one another’s needs. Wherever he was, a 
wolf seemed to know by instinct where his fellows were 
hunting many miles away. When in doubt he had only 
to mount the highest hill and give the rallying cry, 
which carried an enormous distance in the still cold air, 
to bring the pack swiftly and silently about him. 
At times, when the cubs were hungry after a two- 
days fast, they would hear, faint and far away, the food 
cry, yap-yap-yooo ! yap-yop-yoooooo ! quivering under the 
stars in the tense early-morning air, and would dart 
away to find game freshly killed by one of the old 
wolves awaiting them. Again, at nightfall, a cub’s 
hunting cry, ooooo , ow-ow ! ooooo, ow-ow ! a deep, almost 
