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He
was
different
from
his
brothers
and
sisters
.
Their
hair
already
betrayed
the
reddish
hue
inherited
from
their
mother
,
the
she-wolf
;
while
he
alone
,
in
this
particular
,
took
after
his
father
.
He
was
the
one
little
grey
cub
of
the
litter
.
He
had
bred
true
to
the
straight
wolf-stock
--
in
fact
,
he
had
bred
true
to
old
One
Eye
himself
,
physically
,
with
but
a
single
exception
,
and
that
was
he
had
two
eyes
to
his
father
's
one
.
The
grey
cub
's
eyes
had
not
been
open
long
,
yet
already
he
could
see
with
steady
clearness
.
And
while
his
eyes
were
still
closed
,
he
had
felt
,
tasted
,
and
smelled
.
He
knew
his
two
brothers
and
his
two
sisters
very
well
.
He
had
begun
to
romp
with
them
in
a
feeble
,
awkward
way
,
and
even
to
squabble
,
his
little
throat
vibrating
with
a
queer
rasping
noise
(
the
forerunner
of
the
growl
)
,
as
he
worked
himself
into
a
passion
.
And
long
before
his
eyes
had
opened
he
had
learned
by
touch
,
taste
,
and
smell
to
know
his
mother
--
a
fount
of
warmth
and
liquid
food
and
tenderness
.
She
possessed
a
gentle
,
caressing
tongue
that
soothed
him
when
it
passed
over
his
soft
little
body
,
and
that
impelled
him
to
snuggle
close
against
her
and
to
doze
off
to
sleep
.
Most
of
the
first
month
of
his
life
had
been
passed
thus
in
sleeping
;
but
now
he
could
see
quite
well
,
and
he
stayed
awake
for
longer
periods
of
time
,
and
he
was
coming
to
learn
his
world
quite
well
.
His
world
was
gloomy
;
but
he
did
not
know
that
,
for
he
knew
no
other
world
.
It
was
dim-lighted
;
but
his
eyes
had
never
had
to
adjust
themselves
to
any
other
light
.
His
world
was
very
small
.
Its
limits
were
the
walls
of
the
lair
;
but
as
he
had
no
knowledge
of
the
wide
world
outside
,
he
was
never
oppressed
by
the
narrow
confines
of
his
existence
.
But
he
had
early
discovered
that
one
wall
of
his
world
was
different
from
the
rest
.
This
was
the
mouth
of
the
cave
and
the
source
of
light
.
He
had
discovered
that
it
was
different
from
the
other
walls
long
before
he
had
any
thoughts
of
his
own
,
any
conscious
volitions
.
It
had
been
an
irresistible
attraction
before
ever
his
eyes
opened
and
looked
upon
it
.
The
light
from
it
had
beat
upon
his
sealed
lids
,
and
the
eyes
and
the
optic
nerves
had
pulsated
to
little
,
sparklike
flashes
,
warm-coloured
and
strangely
pleasing
.
The
life
of
his
body
,
and
of
every
fibre
of
his
body
,
the
life
that
was
the
very
substance
of
his
body
and
that
was
apart
from
his
own
personal
life
,
had
yearned
toward
this
light
and
urged
his
body
toward
it
in
the
same
way
that
the
cunning
chemistry
of
a
plant
urges
it
toward
the
sun
.
Always
,
in
the
beginning
,
before
his
conscious
life
dawned
,
he
had
crawled
toward
the
mouth
of
the
cave
.
And
in
this
his
brothers
and
sisters
were
one
with
him
.
Never
,
in
that
period
,
did
any
of
them
crawl
toward
the
dark
corners
of
the
back-wall
.
The
light
drew
them
as
if
they
were
plants
;
the
chemistry
of
the
life
that
composed
them
demanded
the
light
as
a
necessity
of
being
;
and
their
little
puppet-bodies
crawled
blindly
and
chemically
,
like
the
tendrils
of
a
vine
.
Later
on
,
when
each
developed
individuality
and
became
personally
conscious
of
impulsions
and
desires
,
the
attraction
of
the
light
increased
.
They
were
always
crawling
and
sprawling
toward
it
,
and
being
driven
back
from
it
by
their
mother
.
It
was
in
this
way
that
the
grey
cub
learned
other
attributes
of
his
mother
than
the
soft
,
soothing
,
tongue
.
In
his
insistent
crawling
toward
the
light
,
he
discovered
in
her
a
nose
that
with
a
sharp
nudge
administered
rebuke
,
and
later
,
a
paw
,
that
crushed
him
down
and
rolled
him
over
and
over
with
swift
,
calculating
stroke
.
Thus
he
learned
hurt
;
and
on
top
of
it
he
learned
to
avoid
hurt
,
first
,
by
not
incurring
the
risk
of
it
;
and
second
,
when
he
had
incurred
the
risk
,
by
dodging
and
by
retreating
.
These
were
conscious
actions
,
and
were
the
results
of
his
first
generalisations
upon
the
world
.
Before
that
he
had
recoiled
automatically
from
hurt
,
as
he
had
crawled
automatically
toward
the
light
.
After
that
he
recoiled
from
hurt
because
he
knew
that
it
was
hurt
.
He
was
a
fierce
little
cub
.
So
were
his
brothers
and
sisters
.
It
was
to
be
expected
.
He
was
a
carnivorous
animal
.
He
came
of
a
breed
of
meat-killers
and
meat-eaters
.
His
father
and
mother
lived
wholly
upon
meat
.
The
milk
he
had
sucked
with
his
first
flickering
life
,
was
milk
transformed
directly
from
meat
,
and
now
,
at
a
month
old
,
when
his
eyes
had
been
open
for
but
a
week
,
he
was
beginning
himself
to
eat
meat
--
meat
half-digested
by
the
she-wolf
and
disgorged
for
the
five
growing
cubs
that
already
made
too
great
demand
upon
her
breast
.
But
he
was
,
further
,
the
fiercest
of
the
litter
.
He
could
make
a
louder
rasping
growl
than
any
of
them
.
His
tiny
rages
were
much
more
terrible
than
theirs
.
It
was
he
that
first
learned
the
trick
of
rolling
a
fellow-cub
over
with
a
cunning
paw-stroke
.
And
it
was
he
that
first
gripped
another
cub
by
the
ear
and
pulled
and
tugged
and
growled
through
jaws
tight-clenched
.
And
certainly
it
was
he
that
caused
the
mother
the
most
trouble
in
keeping
her
litter
from
the
mouth
of
the
cave
.
