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But
the
cub
did
not
think
in
man-fashion
.
He
did
not
look
at
things
with
wide
vision
.
He
was
single-purposed
,
and
entertained
but
one
thought
or
desire
at
a
time
.
Besides
the
law
of
meat
,
there
were
a
myriad
other
and
lesser
laws
for
him
to
learn
and
obey
.
The
world
was
filled
with
surprise
.
The
stir
of
the
life
that
was
in
him
,
the
play
of
his
muscles
,
was
an
unending
happiness
.
To
run
down
meat
was
to
experience
thrills
and
elations
.
His
rages
and
battles
were
pleasures
.
Terror
itself
,
and
the
mystery
of
the
unknown
,
led
to
his
living
.
And
there
were
easements
and
satisfactions
.
To
have
a
full
stomach
,
to
doze
lazily
in
the
sunshine
--
such
things
were
remuneration
in
full
for
his
ardours
and
toils
,
while
his
ardours
and
tolls
were
in
themselves
self-remunerative
.
They
were
expressions
of
life
,
and
life
is
always
happy
when
it
is
expressing
itself
.
So
the
cub
had
no
quarrel
with
his
hostile
environment
.
He
was
very
much
alive
,
very
happy
,
and
very
proud
of
himself
.
The
cub
came
upon
it
suddenly
.
It
was
his
own
fault
.
He
had
been
careless
.
He
had
left
the
cave
and
run
down
to
the
stream
to
drink
.
It
might
have
been
that
he
took
no
notice
because
he
was
heavy
with
sleep
.
(
He
had
been
out
all
night
on
the
meat-trail
,
and
had
but
just
then
awakened
.
)
And
his
carelessness
might
have
been
due
to
the
familiarity
of
the
trail
to
the
pool
.
He
had
travelled
it
often
,
and
nothing
had
ever
happened
on
it
.
He
went
down
past
the
blasted
pine
,
crossed
the
open
space
,
and
trotted
in
amongst
the
trees
.
Then
,
at
the
same
instant
,
he
saw
and
smelt
.
Before
him
,
sitting
silently
on
their
haunches
,
were
five
live
things
,
the
like
of
which
he
had
never
seen
before
.
It
was
his
first
glimpse
of
mankind
.
But
at
the
sight
of
him
the
five
men
did
not
spring
to
their
feet
,
nor
show
their
teeth
,
nor
snarl
.
They
did
not
move
,
but
sat
there
,
silent
and
ominous
.
Nor
did
the
cub
move
.
Every
instinct
of
his
nature
would
have
impelled
him
to
dash
wildly
away
,
had
there
not
suddenly
and
for
the
first
time
arisen
in
him
another
and
counter
instinct
.
A
great
awe
descended
upon
him
.
He
was
beaten
down
to
movelessness
by
an
overwhelming
sense
of
his
own
weakness
and
littleness
.
Here
was
mastery
and
power
,
something
far
and
away
beyond
him
.
The
cub
had
never
seen
man
,
yet
the
instinct
concerning
man
was
his
.
In
dim
ways
he
recognised
in
man
the
animal
that
had
fought
itself
to
primacy
over
the
other
animals
of
the
Wild
.
Not
alone
out
of
his
own
eyes
,
but
out
of
the
eyes
of
all
his
ancestors
was
the
cub
now
looking
upon
man
--
out
of
eyes
that
had
circled
in
the
darkness
around
countless
winter
camp-fires
,
that
had
peered
from
safe
distances
and
from
the
hearts
of
thickets
at
the
strange
,
two-legged
animal
that
was
lord
over
living
things
.
The
spell
of
the
cub
's
heritage
was
upon
him
,
the
fear
and
the
respect
born
of
the
centuries
of
struggle
and
the
accumulated
experience
of
the
generations
.
The
heritage
was
too
compelling
for
a
wolf
that
was
only
a
cub
.
Had
he
been
full-grown
,
he
would
have
run
away
.
As
it
was
,
he
cowered
down
in
a
paralysis
of
fear
,
already
half
proffering
the
submission
that
his
kind
had
proffered
from
the
first
time
a
wolf
came
in
to
sit
by
man
's
fire
and
be
made
warm
.
One
of
the
Indians
arose
and
walked
over
to
him
and
stooped
above
him
.
The
cub
cowered
closer
to
the
ground
.
It
was
the
unknown
,
objectified
at
last
,
in
concrete
flesh
and
blood
,
bending
over
him
and
reaching
down
to
seize
hold
of
him
.
His
hair
bristled
involuntarily
;
his
lips
writhed
back
and
his
little
fangs
were
bared
.
The
hand
,
poised
like
doom
above
him
,
hesitated
,
and
the
man
spoke
laughing
,
"
Wabam
wabisca
ip
pit
tah
.
"
(
"
Look
!
The
white
fangs
!
"
)
The
other
Indians
laughed
loudly
,
and
urged
the
man
on
to
pick
up
the
cub
.
As
the
hand
descended
closer
and
closer
,
there
raged
within
the
cub
a
battle
of
the
instincts
.
He
experienced
two
great
impulsions
--
to
yield
and
to
fight
.
The
resulting
action
was
a
compromise
.
He
did
both
.
He
yielded
till
the
hand
almost
touched
him
.
Then
he
fought
,
his
teeth
flashing
in
a
snap
that
sank
them
into
the
hand
.
The
next
moment
he
received
a
clout
alongside
the
head
that
knocked
him
over
on
his
side
.
Then
all
fight
fled
out
of
him
.
His
puppyhood
and
the
instinct
of
submission
took
charge
of
him
.
He
sat
up
on
his
haunches
and
ki-yi
'd
.
But
the
man
whose
hand
he
had
bitten
was
angry
.
The
cub
received
a
clout
on
the
other
side
of
his
head
.
Whereupon
he
sat
up
and
ki-yi
'd
louder
than
ever
.
The
four
Indians
laughed
more
loudly
,
while
even
the
man
who
had
been
bitten
began
to
laugh
.
They
surrounded
the
cub
and
laughed
at
him
,
while
he
wailed
out
his
terror
and
his
hurt
.
In
the
midst
of
it
,
he
heard
something
.
The
Indians
heard
it
too
.
But
the
cub
knew
what
it
was
,
and
with
a
last
,
long
wail
that
had
in
it
more
of
triumph
than
grief
,
he
ceased
his
noise
and
waited
for
the
coming
of
his
mother
,
of
his
ferocious
and
indomitable
mother
who
fought
and
killed
all
things
and
was
never
afraid
.
She
was
snarling
as
she
ran
.
She
had
heard
the
cry
of
her
cub
and
was
dashing
to
save
him
.
