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F. St. Mars. The Way of the Wild
The Way of the Wild
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ILLUSTRATIONS
"Jaws, monstrous and wet, grabbing at him in enraged confusion" … Frontispiece
THE WAY OF THE WILD
I
GULO THE INDOMITABLE
II
BLACKIE AND CO
[Illustration: "The owl lost a foot on the turn"]
III
UNDER THE YELLOW FLAG
[Illustration: "A shrew-mouse, thirsting for blood, but who got poison instead"]
IV
NINE POINTS OF THE LAW
[Illustration: "This one had simply streaked out of the night from nowhere"]
V
PHARAOH
I
II
[Illustration: "Landed full upon the dumbfounded water-vole—splash!"]
III
VI
THE CRIPPLE
[Illustration: "A 'silver tabby' floated among the twigs, looking for him"]
VII
"SET A THIEF"——
VIII
THE WHERE IS IT?
IX
LAWLESS LITTLE LOVE
[Illustration: "An angry eagle-owl"]
X
THE KING'S SON
XI
THE HIGHWAYMAN OF THE MARSH
[Illustration: "Turning over and over, in one long, sickening dive back to earth"]
XII
THE FURTIVE FEUD
[Illustration: "That little black-backed fellow doing. the stalking act upon that python was great"]
XIII
THE STORM PIRATE
[Illustration: "Shooting straight upwards on the top of what appeared. to have been a submarine mine in a mild form"]
XIV
WHEN NIGHTS WERE COLD
XV
FATE AND THE FEARFUL
XVI
THE EAGLES OF LOCH ROYAL
[Illustration: "He clutched, and tore, and gulped, and gorged"]
XVII
RATEL, V.C
[Illustration: "All allowed that he was the pluckiest beast on earth"]
XVIII
THE DAY
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F. St. Mars
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He ceased to exist. At least, nothing of him was seen, not a tail, not an eye-gleam. Yet during the next two hours he learnt everything, private and public, there was to be learnt. Also, he had been over the surroundings almost to a yard. Nothing could have escaped him. No detail of risk and danger, of the chance of being seen even, had been overlooked; for he was a master at his craft, the greatest master in the wild, perhaps. The wolf? My dear sirs, the wolf was an innocent suckling cub beside Gulo, look you, and his brain and his cunning were not the brain and the cunning of a beast at all, but of a devil.
When, after a very long time, he reappeared upon his original track, it was as a dark blotch, indistinguishable from a dozen other dark blots of moon-shadow, creeping forward belly-flat in the snow. This belly-creep, hugging always every available inch of cover, he kept up till he came to a big clearing, and—there were the reindeer. At least, there was one reindeer, a doe, standing with her back towards him—a quite young doe. The rest were half-hidden in the snow, which they had trampled into a maze of paths in and out about the clearing, which was, in fact, what is called their "yard."
