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the gorge. Somehow,—it had not seemed 
so steep as she had climbed up along its 
sides. So she just turned her back on the 
glittering, icy sheet that seemed to drop 
right down to the foot of the mountain 
and began to eat the sweet roots. Oh, 
how good they tasted and how pleasant 
the sun felt on her back. Every few 
moments she sat up and sniffed and 
smelled, but there was no danger smell 
and she went on with her breakfast. 
If only the wind could have blown the 
other way for even just a moment, Mollie 
would have read a far different message 
and it would have told her little nose that 
danger was very close by! Bobby Lynx 
was also near the beautiful ravine that 
morning. He had been hunting all night 
and, as he came to the gorge in the early 
dawn, its stillness and icy whiteness had 
puzzled him a little. Until he could just 
decide whether everything was all right, 
