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He
ran
again
through
the
silence
,
hunting
his
living
food
through
the
months
of
famine
;
and
again
he
ran
at
the
head
of
the
team
,
the
gut-whips
of
Mit-sah
and
Grey
Beaver
snapping
behind
,
their
voices
crying
"
Ra
!
Raa
!
"
when
they
came
to
a
narrow
passage
and
the
team
closed
together
like
a
fan
to
go
through
.
He
lived
again
all
his
days
with
Beauty
Smith
and
the
fights
he
had
fought
.
At
such
times
he
whimpered
and
snarled
in
his
sleep
,
and
they
that
looked
on
said
that
his
dreams
were
bad
.
But
there
was
one
particular
nightmare
from
which
he
suffered
--
the
clanking
,
clanging
monsters
of
electric
cars
that
were
to
him
colossal
screaming
lynxes
.
He
would
lie
in
a
screen
of
bushes
,
watching
for
a
squirrel
to
venture
far
enough
out
on
the
ground
from
its
tree-refuge
.
Then
,
when
he
sprang
out
upon
it
,
it
would
transform
itself
into
an
electric
car
,
menacing
and
terrible
,
towering
over
him
like
a
mountain
,
screaming
and
clanging
and
spitting
fire
at
him
.
It
was
the
same
when
he
challenged
the
hawk
down
out
of
the
sky
.
Down
out
of
the
blue
it
would
rush
,
as
it
dropped
upon
him
changing
itself
into
the
ubiquitous
electric
car
.
Or
again
,
he
would
be
in
the
pen
of
Beauty
Smith
.
Outside
the
pen
,
men
would
be
gathering
,
and
he
knew
that
a
fight
was
on
.
He
watched
the
door
for
his
antagonist
to
enter
.
The
door
would
open
,
and
thrust
in
upon
him
would
come
the
awful
electric
car
.
A
thousand
times
this
occurred
,
and
each
time
the
terror
it
inspired
was
as
vivid
and
great
as
ever
.
Then
came
the
day
when
the
last
bandage
and
the
last
plaster
cast
were
taken
off
.
It
was
a
gala
day
.
All
Sierra
Vista
was
gathered
around
.
The
master
rubbed
his
ears
,
and
he
crooned
his
love-growl
.
The
master
's
wife
called
him
the
"
Blessed
Wolf
,
"
which
name
was
taken
up
with
acclaim
and
all
the
women
called
him
the
Blessed
Wolf
.
He
tried
to
rise
to
his
feet
,
and
after
several
attempts
fell
down
from
weakness
.
He
had
lain
so
long
that
his
muscles
had
lost
their
cunning
,
and
all
the
strength
had
gone
out
of
them
.
He
felt
a
little
shame
because
of
his
weakness
,
as
though
,
forsooth
,
he
were
failing
the
gods
in
the
service
he
owed
them
.
Because
of
this
he
made
heroic
efforts
to
arise
and
at
last
he
stood
on
his
four
legs
,
tottering
and
swaying
back
and
forth
.
"
The
Blessed
Wolf
!
"
chorused
the
women
.
Judge
Scott
surveyed
them
triumphantly
.
"
Out
of
your
own
mouths
be
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
Just
as
I
contended
right
along
.
No
mere
dog
could
have
done
what
he
did
.
He
's
a
wolf
.
"
"
A
Blessed
Wolf
,
"
amended
the
Judge
's
wife
.
"
Yes
,
Blessed
Wolf
,
"
agreed
the
Judge
.
"
And
henceforth
that
shall
be
my
name
for
him
.
"
