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"
When
he
was
made
,
the
mould
was
broke
,
"
said
Pete
.
"
Py
jingo
!
I
t
'
ink
so
mineself
,
"
Hans
affirmed
.
They
saw
him
marching
out
of
camp
,
but
they
did
not
see
the
instant
and
terrible
transformation
which
took
place
as
soon
as
he
was
within
the
secrecy
of
the
forest
.
He
no
longer
marched
.
At
once
he
became
a
thing
of
the
wild
,
stealing
along
softly
,
cat-footed
,
a
passing
shadow
that
appeared
and
disappeared
among
the
shadows
.
He
knew
how
to
take
advantage
of
every
cover
,
to
crawl
on
his
belly
like
a
snake
,
and
like
a
snake
to
leap
and
strike
.
He
could
take
a
ptarmigan
from
its
nest
,
kill
a
rabbit
as
it
slept
,
and
snap
in
mid
air
the
little
chipmunks
fleeing
a
second
too
late
for
the
trees
.
Fish
,
in
open
pools
,
were
not
too
quick
for
him
;
nor
were
beaver
,
mending
their
dams
,
too
wary
.
He
killed
to
eat
,
not
from
wantonness
;
but
he
preferred
to
eat
what
he
killed
himself
.
So
a
lurking
humor
ran
through
his
deeds
,
and
it
was
his
delight
to
steal
upon
the
squirrels
,
and
,
when
he
all
but
had
them
,
to
let
them
go
,
chattering
in
mortal
fear
to
the
treetops
.
As
the
fall
of
the
year
came
on
,
the
moose
appeared
in
greater
abundance
,
moving
slowly
down
to
meet
the
winter
in
the
lower
and
less
rigorous
valleys
.
Buck
had
already
dragged
down
a
stray
part-grown
calf
;
but
he
wished
strongly
for
larger
and
more
formidable
quarry
,
and
he
came
upon
it
one
day
on
the
divide
at
the
head
of
the
creek
.
A
band
of
twenty
moose
had
crossed
over
from
the
land
of
streams
and
timber
,
and
chief
among
them
was
a
great
bull
.
He
was
in
a
savage
temper
,
and
,
standing
over
six
feet
from
the
ground
,
was
as
formidable
an
antagonist
as
even
Buck
could
desire
.
Back
and
forth
the
bull
tossed
his
great
palmated
antlers
,
branching
to
fourteen
points
and
embracing
seven
feet
within
the
tips
.
His
small
eyes
burned
with
a
vicious
and
bitter
light
,
while
he
roared
with
fury
at
sight
of
Buck
.
From
the
bull
's
side
,
just
forward
of
the
flank
,
protruded
a
feathered
arrow-end
,
which
accounted
for
his
savageness
.
Guided
by
that
instinct
which
came
from
the
old
hunting
days
of
the
primordial
world
,
Buck
proceeded
to
cut
the
bull
out
from
the
herd
.
It
was
no
slight
task
.
He
would
bark
and
dance
about
in
front
of
the
bull
,
just
out
of
reach
of
the
great
antlers
and
of
the
terrible
splay
hoofs
which
could
have
stamped
his
life
out
with
a
single
blow
.
Unable
to
turn
his
back
on
the
fanged
danger
and
go
on
,
the
bull
would
be
driven
into
paroxysms
of
rage
.
At
such
moments
he
charged
Buck
,
who
retreated
craftily
,
luring
him
on
by
a
simulated
inability
to
escape
.
But
when
he
was
thus
separated
from
his
fellows
,
two
or
three
of
the
younger
bulls
would
charge
back
upon
Buck
and
enable
the
wounded
bull
to
rejoin
the
herd
.
There
is
a
patience
of
the
wild
--
dogged
,
tireless
,
persistent
as
life
itself
--
that
holds
motionless
for
endless
hours
the
spider
in
its
web
,
the
snake
in
its
coils
,
the
panther
in
its
ambuscade
;
this
patience
belongs
peculiarly
to
life
when
it
hunts
its
living
food
;
and
it
belonged
to
Buck
as
he
clung
to
the
flank
of
the
herd
,
retarding
its
march
,
irritating
the
young
bulls
,
worrying
the
cows
with
their
half-grown
calves
,
and
driving
the
wounded
bull
mad
with
helpless
rage
.
For
half
a
day
this
continued
.
Buck
multiplied
himself
,
attacking
from
all
sides
,
enveloping
the
herd
in
a
whirlwind
of
menace
,
cutting
out
his
victim
as
fast
as
it
could
rejoin
its
mates
,
wearing
out
the
patience
of
creatures
preyed
upon
,
which
is
a
lesser
patience
than
that
of
creatures
preying
.
As
the
day
wore
along
and
the
sun
dropped
to
its
bed
in
the
northwest
(
the
darkness
had
come
back
and
the
fall
nights
were
six
hours
long
)
,
the
young
bulls
retraced
their
steps
more
and
more
reluctantly
to
the
aid
of
their
beset
leader
.
The
down-coming
winter
was
harrying
them
on
to
the
lower
levels
,
and
it
seemed
they
could
never
shake
off
this
tireless
creature
that
held
them
back
.
Besides
,
it
was
not
the
life
of
the
herd
,
or
of
the
young
bulls
,
that
was
threatened
.
The
life
of
only
one
member
was
demanded
,
which
was
a
remoter
interest
than
their
lives
,
and
in
the
end
they
were
content
to
pay
the
toll
.
As
twilight
fell
the
old
bull
stood
with
lowered
head
,
watching
his
mates
--
the
cows
he
had
known
,
the
calves
he
had
fathered
,
the
bulls
he
had
mastered
--
as
they
shambled
on
at
a
rapid
pace
through
the
fading
light
.
He
could
not
follow
,
for
before
his
nose
leaped
the
merciless
fanged
terror
that
would
not
let
him
go
.
Three
hundredweight
more
than
half
a
ton
he
weighed
;
he
had
lived
a
long
,
strong
life
,
full
of
fight
and
struggle
,
and
at
the
end
he
faced
death
at
the
teeth
of
a
creature
whose
head
did
not
reach
beyond
his
great
knuckled
knees
.
