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The
cub
's
development
was
rapid
.
He
rested
for
two
days
,
and
then
ventured
forth
from
the
cave
again
.
It
was
on
this
adventure
that
he
found
the
young
weasel
whose
mother
he
had
helped
eat
,
and
he
saw
to
it
that
the
young
weasel
went
the
way
of
its
mother
.
But
on
this
trip
he
did
not
get
lost
.
When
he
grew
tired
,
he
found
his
way
back
to
the
cave
and
slept
.
And
every
day
thereafter
found
him
out
and
ranging
a
wider
area
.
He
began
to
get
accurate
measurement
of
his
strength
and
his
weakness
,
and
to
know
when
to
be
bold
and
when
to
be
cautious
.
He
found
it
expedient
to
be
cautious
all
the
time
,
except
for
the
rare
moments
,
when
,
assured
of
his
own
intrepidity
,
he
abandoned
himself
to
petty
rages
and
lusts
.
He
was
always
a
little
demon
of
fury
when
he
chanced
upon
a
stray
ptarmigan
.
Never
did
he
fail
to
respond
savagely
to
the
chatter
of
the
squirrel
he
had
first
met
on
the
blasted
pine
.
While
the
sight
of
a
moose-bird
almost
invariably
put
him
into
the
wildest
of
rages
;
for
he
never
forgot
the
peck
on
the
nose
he
had
received
from
the
first
of
that
ilk
he
encountered
.
But
there
were
times
when
even
a
moose-bird
failed
to
affect
him
,
and
those
were
times
when
he
felt
himself
to
be
in
danger
from
some
other
prowling
meat
hunter
.
He
never
forgot
the
hawk
,
and
its
moving
shadow
always
sent
him
crouching
into
the
nearest
thicket
.
He
no
longer
sprawled
and
straddled
,
and
already
he
was
developing
the
gait
of
his
mother
,
slinking
and
furtive
,
apparently
without
exertion
,
yet
sliding
along
with
a
swiftness
that
was
as
deceptive
as
it
was
imperceptible
.
In
the
matter
of
meat
,
his
luck
had
been
all
in
the
beginning
.
The
seven
ptarmigan
chicks
and
the
baby
weasel
represented
the
sum
of
his
killings
.
His
desire
to
kill
strengthened
with
the
days
,
and
he
cherished
hungry
ambitions
for
the
squirrel
that
chattered
so
volubly
and
always
informed
all
wild
creatures
that
the
wolf-cub
was
approaching
.
But
as
birds
flew
in
the
air
,
squirrels
could
climb
trees
,
and
the
cub
could
only
try
to
crawl
unobserved
upon
the
squirrel
when
it
was
on
the
ground
.
The
cub
entertained
a
great
respect
for
his
mother
.
She
could
get
meat
,
and
she
never
failed
to
bring
him
his
share
.
Further
,
she
was
unafraid
of
things
.
It
did
not
occur
to
him
that
this
fearlessness
was
founded
upon
experience
and
knowledge
.
Its
effect
on
him
was
that
of
an
impression
of
power
.
His
mother
represented
power
;
and
as
he
grew
older
he
felt
this
power
in
the
sharper
admonishment
of
her
paw
;
while
the
reproving
nudge
of
her
nose
gave
place
to
the
slash
of
her
fangs
.
For
this
,
likewise
,
he
respected
his
mother
.
She
compelled
obedience
from
him
,
and
the
older
he
grew
the
shorter
grew
her
temper
.
Famine
came
again
,
and
the
cub
with
clearer
consciousness
knew
once
more
the
bite
of
hunger
.
The
she-wolf
ran
herself
thin
in
the
quest
for
meat
.
She
rarely
slept
any
more
in
the
cave
,
spending
most
of
her
time
on
the
meat-trail
,
and
spending
it
vainly
.
This
famine
was
not
a
long
one
,
but
it
was
severe
while
it
lasted
.
The
cub
found
no
more
milk
in
his
mother
's
breast
,
nor
did
he
get
one
mouthful
of
meat
for
himself
.
Before
,
he
had
hunted
in
play
,
for
the
sheer
joyousness
of
it
;
now
he
hunted
in
deadly
earnestness
,
and
found
nothing
.
Yet
the
failure
of
it
accelerated
his
development
.
He
studied
the
habits
of
the
squirrel
with
greater
carefulness
,
and
strove
with
greater
craft
to
steal
upon
it
and
surprise
it
.
He
studied
the
wood-mice
and
tried
to
dig
them
out
of
their
burrows
;
and
he
learned
much
about
the
ways
of
moose-birds
and
woodpeckers
.
And
there
came
a
day
when
the
hawk
's
shadow
did
not
drive
him
crouching
into
the
bushes
.
He
had
grown
stronger
and
wiser
,
and
more
confident
.
Also
,
he
was
desperate
.
So
he
sat
on
his
haunches
,
conspicuously
in
an
open
space
,
and
challenged
the
hawk
down
out
of
the
sky
.
For
he
knew
that
there
,
floating
in
the
blue
above
him
,
was
meat
,
the
meat
his
stomach
yearned
after
so
insistently
.
But
the
hawk
refused
to
come
down
and
give
battle
,
and
the
cub
crawled
away
into
a
thicket
and
whimpered
his
disappointment
and
hunger
.
