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The
fascination
of
the
light
for
the
grey
cub
increased
from
day
to
day
.
He
was
perpetually
departing
on
yard-long
adventures
toward
the
cave
's
entrance
,
and
as
perpetually
being
driven
back
.
Only
he
did
not
know
it
for
an
entrance
.
He
did
not
know
anything
about
entrances
--
passages
whereby
one
goes
from
one
place
to
another
place
.
He
did
not
know
any
other
place
,
much
less
of
a
way
to
get
there
.
So
to
him
the
entrance
of
the
cave
was
a
wall
--
a
wall
of
light
.
As
the
sun
was
to
the
outside
dweller
,
this
wall
was
to
him
the
sun
of
his
world
.
It
attracted
him
as
a
candle
attracts
a
moth
.
He
was
always
striving
to
attain
it
.
The
life
that
was
so
swiftly
expanding
within
him
,
urged
him
continually
toward
the
wall
of
light
.
The
life
that
was
within
him
knew
that
it
was
the
one
way
out
,
the
way
he
was
predestined
to
tread
.
But
he
himself
did
not
know
anything
about
it
.
He
did
not
know
there
was
any
outside
at
all
.
There
was
one
strange
thing
about
this
wall
of
light
.
His
father
(
he
had
already
come
to
recognise
his
father
as
the
one
other
dweller
in
the
world
,
a
creature
like
his
mother
,
who
slept
near
the
light
and
was
a
bringer
of
meat
)
--
his
father
had
a
way
of
walking
right
into
the
white
far
wall
and
disappearing
.
The
grey
cub
could
not
understand
this
.
Though
never
permitted
by
his
mother
to
approach
that
wall
,
he
had
approached
the
other
walls
,
and
encountered
hard
obstruction
on
the
end
of
his
tender
nose
.
This
hurt
.
And
after
several
such
adventures
,
he
left
the
walls
alone
.
Without
thinking
about
it
,
he
accepted
this
disappearing
into
the
wall
as
a
peculiarity
of
his
father
,
as
milk
and
half-digested
meat
were
peculiarities
of
his
mother
.
In
fact
,
the
grey
cub
was
not
given
to
thinking
--
at
least
,
to
the
kind
of
thinking
customary
of
men
.
His
brain
worked
in
dim
ways
.
Yet
his
conclusions
were
as
sharp
and
distinct
as
those
achieved
by
men
.
He
had
a
method
of
accepting
things
,
without
questioning
the
why
and
wherefore
.
In
reality
,
this
was
the
act
of
classification
.
He
was
never
disturbed
over
why
a
thing
happened
.
How
it
happened
was
sufficient
for
him
.
Thus
,
when
he
had
bumped
his
nose
on
the
back-wall
a
few
times
,
he
accepted
that
he
would
not
disappear
into
walls
.
In
the
same
way
he
accepted
that
his
father
could
disappear
into
walls
.
But
he
was
not
in
the
least
disturbed
by
desire
to
find
out
the
reason
for
the
difference
between
his
father
and
himself
.
Logic
and
physics
were
no
part
of
his
mental
make-up
.
Like
most
creatures
of
the
Wild
,
he
early
experienced
famine
.
There
came
a
time
when
not
only
did
the
meat-supply
cease
,
but
the
milk
no
longer
came
from
his
mother
's
breast
.
At
first
,
the
cubs
whimpered
and
cried
,
but
for
the
most
part
they
slept
.
It
was
not
long
before
they
were
reduced
to
a
coma
of
hunger
.
There
were
no
more
spats
and
squabbles
,
no
more
tiny
rages
nor
attempts
at
growling
;
while
the
adventures
toward
the
far
white
wall
ceased
altogether
.
The
cubs
slept
,
while
the
life
that
was
in
them
flickered
and
died
down
.
One
Eye
was
desperate
.
He
ranged
far
and
wide
,
and
slept
but
little
in
the
lair
that
had
now
become
cheerless
and
miserable
.
The
she-wolf
,
too
,
left
her
litter
and
went
out
in
search
of
meat
.
In
the
first
days
after
the
birth
of
the
cubs
,
One
Eye
had
journeyed
several
times
back
to
the
Indian
camp
and
robbed
the
rabbit
snares
;
but
,
with
the
melting
of
the
snow
and
the
opening
of
the
streams
,
the
Indian
camp
had
moved
away
,
and
that
source
of
supply
was
closed
to
him
.
When
the
grey
cub
came
back
to
life
and
again
took
interest
in
the
far
white
wall
,
he
found
that
the
population
of
his
world
had
been
reduced
.
Only
one
sister
remained
to
him
.
The
rest
were
gone
.
As
he
grew
stronger
,
he
found
himself
compelled
to
play
alone
,
for
the
sister
no
longer
lifted
her
head
nor
moved
about
.
His
little
body
rounded
out
with
the
meat
he
now
ate
;
but
the
food
had
come
too
late
for
her
.
She
slept
continuously
,
a
tiny
skeleton
flung
round
with
skin
in
which
the
flame
flickered
lower
and
lower
and
at
last
went
out
.
Then
there
came
a
time
when
the
grey
cub
no
longer
saw
his
father
appearing
and
disappearing
in
the
wall
nor
lying
down
asleep
in
the
entrance
.
This
had
happened
at
the
end
of
a
second
and
less
severe
famine
.
The
she-wolf
knew
why
One
Eye
never
came
back
,
but
there
was
no
way
by
which
she
could
tell
what
she
had
seen
to
the
grey
cub
.
Hunting
herself
for
meat
,
up
the
left
fork
of
the
stream
where
lived
the
lynx
,
she
had
followed
a
day-old
trail
of
One
Eye
.
And
she
had
found
him
,
or
what
remained
of
him
,
at
the
end
of
the
trail
.
There
were
many
signs
of
the
battle
that
had
been
fought
,
and
of
the
lynx
's
withdrawal
to
her
lair
after
having
won
the
victory
.
Before
she
went
away
,
the
she-wolf
had
found
this
lair
,
but
the
signs
told
her
that
the
lynx
was
inside
,
and
she
had
not
dared
to
venture
in
.
After
that
,
the
she-wolf
in
her
hunting
avoided
the
left
fork
.
For
she
knew
that
in
the
lynx
's
lair
was
a
litter
of
kittens
,
and
she
knew
the
lynx
for
a
fierce
,
bad-tempered
creature
and
a
terrible
fighter
.
It
was
all
very
well
for
half
a
dozen
wolves
to
drive
a
lynx
,
spitting
and
bristling
,
up
a
tree
;
but
it
was
quite
a
different
matter
for
a
lone
wolf
to
encounter
a
lynx
--
especially
when
the
lynx
was
known
to
have
a
litter
of
hungry
kittens
at
her
back
.
