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Now
that
the
terrible
unknown
had
let
go
of
him
,
he
forgot
that
the
unknown
had
any
terrors
.
He
was
aware
only
of
curiosity
in
all
the
things
about
him
.
He
inspected
the
grass
beneath
him
,
the
moss-berry
plant
just
beyond
,
and
the
dead
trunk
of
the
blasted
pine
that
stood
on
the
edge
of
an
open
space
among
the
trees
.
A
squirrel
,
running
around
the
base
of
the
trunk
,
came
full
upon
him
,
and
gave
him
a
great
fright
.
He
cowered
down
and
snarled
.
But
the
squirrel
was
as
badly
scared
.
It
ran
up
the
tree
,
and
from
a
point
of
safety
chattered
back
savagely
.
This
helped
the
cub
's
courage
,
and
though
the
woodpecker
he
next
encountered
gave
him
a
start
,
he
proceeded
confidently
on
his
way
.
Such
was
his
confidence
,
that
when
a
moose-bird
impudently
hopped
up
to
him
,
he
reached
out
at
it
with
a
playful
paw
.
The
result
was
a
sharp
peck
on
the
end
of
his
nose
that
made
him
cower
down
and
ki-yi
.
The
noise
he
made
was
too
much
for
the
moose-bird
,
who
sought
safety
in
flight
.
But
the
cub
was
learning
.
His
misty
little
mind
had
already
made
an
unconscious
classification
.
There
were
live
things
and
things
not
alive
.
Also
,
he
must
watch
out
for
the
live
things
.
The
things
not
alive
remained
always
in
one
place
,
but
the
live
things
moved
about
,
and
there
was
no
telling
what
they
might
do
.
The
thing
to
expect
of
them
was
the
unexpected
,
and
for
this
he
must
be
prepared
.
He
travelled
very
clumsily
.
He
ran
into
sticks
and
things
.
A
twig
that
he
thought
a
long
way
off
,
would
the
next
instant
hit
him
on
the
nose
or
rake
along
his
ribs
.
There
were
inequalities
of
surface
.
Sometimes
he
overstepped
and
stubbed
his
nose
.
Quite
as
often
he
understepped
and
stubbed
his
feet
.
Then
there
were
the
pebbles
and
stones
that
turned
under
him
when
he
trod
upon
them
;
and
from
them
he
came
to
know
that
the
things
not
alive
were
not
all
in
the
same
state
of
stable
equilibrium
as
was
his
cave
--
also
,
that
small
things
not
alive
were
more
liable
than
large
things
to
fall
down
or
turn
over
.
But
with
every
mishap
he
was
learning
.
The
longer
he
walked
,
the
better
he
walked
.
He
was
adjusting
himself
.
He
was
learning
to
calculate
his
own
muscular
movements
,
to
know
his
physical
limitations
,
to
measure
distances
between
objects
,
and
between
objects
and
himself
.
His
was
the
luck
of
the
beginner
.
Born
to
be
a
hunter
of
meat
(
though
he
did
not
know
it
)
,
he
blundered
upon
meat
just
outside
his
own
cave-door
on
his
first
foray
into
the
world
.
It
was
by
sheer
blundering
that
he
chanced
upon
the
shrewdly
hidden
ptarmigan
nest
.
He
fell
into
it
.
He
had
essayed
to
walk
along
the
trunk
of
a
fallen
pine
.
The
rotten
bark
gave
way
under
his
feet
,
and
with
a
despairing
yelp
he
pitched
down
the
rounded
crescent
,
smashed
through
the
leafage
and
stalks
of
a
small
bush
,
and
in
the
heart
of
the
bush
,
on
the
ground
,
fetched
up
in
the
midst
of
seven
ptarmigan
chicks
.
They
made
noises
,
and
at
first
he
was
frightened
at
them
.
Then
he
perceived
that
they
were
very
little
,
and
he
became
bolder
.
They
moved
.
He
placed
his
paw
on
one
,
and
its
movements
were
accelerated
.
This
was
a
source
of
enjoyment
to
him
.
He
smelled
it
.
He
picked
it
up
in
his
mouth
.
It
struggled
and
tickled
his
tongue
.
At
the
same
time
he
was
made
aware
of
a
sensation
of
hunger
.
His
jaws
closed
together
.
There
was
a
crunching
of
fragile
bones
,
and
warm
blood
ran
in
his
mouth
.
The
taste
of
it
was
good
.
This
was
meat
,
the
same
as
his
mother
gave
him
,
only
it
was
alive
between
his
teeth
and
therefore
better
.
So
he
ate
the
ptarmigan
.
Nor
did
he
stop
till
he
had
devoured
the
whole
brood
.
Then
he
licked
his
chops
in
quite
the
same
way
his
mother
did
,
and
began
to
crawl
out
of
the
bush
.
He
encountered
a
feathered
whirlwind
.
He
was
confused
and
blinded
by
the
rush
of
it
and
the
beat
of
angry
wings
.
He
hid
his
head
between
his
paws
and
yelped
.
The
blows
increased
.
The
mother
ptarmigan
was
in
a
fury
.
Then
he
became
angry
.
He
rose
up
,
snarling
,
striking
out
with
his
paws
.
He
sank
his
tiny
teeth
into
one
of
the
wings
and
pulled
and
tugged
sturdily
.
The
ptarmigan
struggled
against
him
,
showering
blows
upon
him
with
her
free
wing
.
It
was
his
first
battle
.
He
was
elated
.
He
forgot
all
about
the
unknown
.
He
no
longer
was
afraid
of
anything
.
He
was
fighting
,
tearing
at
a
live
thing
that
was
striking
at
him
.
Also
,
this
live
thing
was
meat
.
The
lust
to
kill
was
on
him
.
He
had
just
destroyed
little
live
things
.
He
would
now
destroy
a
big
live
thing
.
He
was
too
busy
and
happy
to
know
that
he
was
happy
.
He
was
thrilling
and
exulting
in
ways
new
to
him
and
greater
to
him
than
any
he
had
known
before
.
He
held
on
to
the
wing
and
growled
between
his
tight-clenched
teeth
.
The
ptarmigan
dragged
him
out
of
the
bush
.
When
she
turned
and
tried
to
drag
him
back
into
the
bush
's
shelter
,
he
pulled
her
away
from
it
and
on
into
the
open
.
And
all
the
time
she
was
making
outcry
and
striking
with
her
free
wing
,
while
feathers
were
flying
like
a
snow-fall
.
The
pitch
to
which
he
was
aroused
was
tremendous
.
