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Below
the
rapid
was
a
second
pool
,
and
here
,
captured
by
the
eddy
,
he
was
gently
borne
to
the
bank
,
and
as
gently
deposited
on
a
bed
of
gravel
.
He
crawled
frantically
clear
of
the
water
and
lay
down
.
He
had
learned
some
more
about
the
world
.
Water
was
not
alive
.
Yet
it
moved
.
Also
,
it
looked
as
solid
as
the
earth
,
but
was
without
any
solidity
at
all
.
His
conclusion
was
that
things
were
not
always
what
they
appeared
to
be
.
The
cub
's
fear
of
the
unknown
was
an
inherited
distrust
,
and
it
had
now
been
strengthened
by
experience
.
Thenceforth
,
in
the
nature
of
things
,
he
would
possess
an
abiding
distrust
of
appearances
.
He
would
have
to
learn
the
reality
of
a
thing
before
he
could
put
his
faith
into
it
.
One
other
adventure
was
destined
for
him
that
day
.
He
had
recollected
that
there
was
such
a
thing
in
the
world
as
his
mother
.
And
then
there
came
to
him
a
feeling
that
he
wanted
her
more
than
all
the
rest
of
the
things
in
the
world
.
Not
only
was
his
body
tired
with
the
adventures
it
had
undergone
,
but
his
little
brain
was
equally
tired
.
In
all
the
days
he
had
lived
it
had
not
worked
so
hard
as
on
this
one
day
.
Furthermore
,
he
was
sleepy
.
So
he
started
out
to
look
for
the
cave
and
his
mother
,
feeling
at
the
same
time
an
overwhelming
rush
of
loneliness
and
helplessness
.
He
was
sprawling
along
between
some
bushes
,
when
he
heard
a
sharp
intimidating
cry
.
There
was
a
flash
of
yellow
before
his
eyes
.
He
saw
a
weasel
leaping
swiftly
away
from
him
.
It
was
a
small
live
thing
,
and
he
had
no
fear
.
Then
,
before
him
,
at
his
feet
,
he
saw
an
extremely
small
live
thing
,
only
several
inches
long
,
a
young
weasel
,
that
,
like
himself
,
had
disobediently
gone
out
adventuring
.
It
tried
to
retreat
before
him
.
He
turned
it
over
with
his
paw
.
It
made
a
queer
,
grating
noise
.
The
next
moment
the
flash
of
yellow
reappeared
before
his
eyes
.
He
heard
again
the
intimidating
cry
,
and
at
the
same
instant
received
a
sharp
blow
on
the
side
of
the
neck
and
felt
the
sharp
teeth
of
the
mother-weasel
cut
into
his
flesh
.
While
he
yelped
and
ki-yi
'd
and
scrambled
backward
,
he
saw
the
mother-weasel
leap
upon
her
young
one
and
disappear
with
it
into
the
neighbouring
thicket
.
The
cut
of
her
teeth
in
his
neck
still
hurt
,
but
his
feelings
were
hurt
more
grievously
,
and
he
sat
down
and
weakly
whimpered
.
This
mother-weasel
was
so
small
and
so
savage
.
He
was
yet
to
learn
that
for
size
and
weight
the
weasel
was
the
most
ferocious
,
vindictive
,
and
terrible
of
all
the
killers
of
the
Wild
.
But
a
portion
of
this
knowledge
was
quickly
to
be
his
.
He
was
still
whimpering
when
the
mother-weasel
reappeared
.
She
did
not
rush
him
,
now
that
her
young
one
was
safe
.
She
approached
more
cautiously
,
and
the
cub
had
full
opportunity
to
observe
her
lean
,
snakelike
body
,
and
her
head
,
erect
,
eager
,
and
snake-like
itself
.
Her
sharp
,
menacing
cry
sent
the
hair
bristling
along
his
back
,
and
he
snarled
warningly
at
her
.
She
came
closer
and
closer
.
There
was
a
leap
,
swifter
than
his
unpractised
sight
,
and
the
lean
,
yellow
body
disappeared
for
a
moment
out
of
the
field
of
his
vision
.
The
next
moment
she
was
at
his
throat
,
her
teeth
buried
in
his
hair
and
flesh
.
At
first
he
snarled
and
tried
to
fight
;
but
he
was
very
young
,
and
this
was
only
his
first
day
in
the
world
,
and
his
snarl
became
a
whimper
,
his
fight
a
struggle
to
escape
.
The
weasel
never
relaxed
her
hold
.
She
hung
on
,
striving
to
press
down
with
her
teeth
to
the
great
vein
where
his
life-blood
bubbled
.
The
weasel
was
a
drinker
of
blood
,
and
it
was
ever
her
preference
to
drink
from
the
throat
of
life
itself
.
The
grey
cub
would
have
died
,
and
there
would
have
been
no
story
to
write
about
him
,
had
not
the
she-wolf
come
bounding
through
the
bushes
.
The
weasel
let
go
the
cub
and
flashed
at
the
she-wolf
's
throat
,
missing
,
but
getting
a
hold
on
the
jaw
instead
.
The
she-wolf
flirted
her
head
like
the
snap
of
a
whip
,
breaking
the
weasel
's
hold
and
flinging
it
high
in
the
air
.
And
,
still
in
the
air
,
the
she-wolf
's
jaws
closed
on
the
lean
,
yellow
body
,
and
the
weasel
knew
death
between
the
crunching
teeth
.
The
cub
experienced
another
access
of
affection
on
the
part
of
his
mother
.
Her
joy
at
finding
him
seemed
even
greater
than
his
joy
at
being
found
.
She
nozzled
him
and
caressed
him
and
licked
the
cuts
made
in
him
by
the
weasel
's
teeth
.
Then
,
between
them
,
mother
and
cub
,
they
ate
the
blood-drinker
,
and
after
that
went
back
to
the
cave
and
slept
.
