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nor tried to, after his last great effort. Now he only turned his head and lifted it wearily, as if to get away from the intolerable smell of his dog enemies that lay dying under his very nose. His great, sorrowful, questioning eyes were turned on me continually, with a look that only innocence could possibly meet. No man on earth, I think, could have looked into them for a full moment and then raised his hand to slay.

I approached very quietly, and dragged the dogs away from him, one by one. His eyes followed me always. His nostrils spread, his head came up with a start when I flung the first cur aside to leeward. But he made no motion; only his eyes had a wonderful light in them when I dragged his last enemy, the one he had killed himself, from under his very head and threw it after the others. Then I sat down quietly in the snow, and we were face to face at last.

He feared meβ€”I could hardly expect otherwise, while a deer has memoryβ€”but he lay perfectly still, his head extended on the snow, his sides heaving. After a little while he made a few bounds forward, at right angles to the course he had been running, with marvelous instinct remembering the nearest point in the many paths out of which the pack had driven him. But he stopped and lay quiet at the first sound of my snowshoes behind him. β€œThe chase law holds. You have caught me; I am yours,”—this is what his sad eyes were saying. And sitting down quietly near him again, I tried to reassure him. β€œYou are safe. Take your own time. No dog shall harm you now.”—That is what I tried to make him feel by the very power of my own feeling, never more strongly roused than now for any wild creature.

I whistled a little tune softly, which always rouses the wood folk’s curiosity; but as he lay quiet, listening, his ears shot back and forth nervously at a score of sounds that I could not hear, as if above the music he caught faint echoes of the last fearful chase. Then I brought out my lunch and, nibbling a bit myself, pushed a slice of black bread over the crust towards him with a long stick.

It was curious and intensely interesting to watch the struggle.

At first he pulled away, as if I would poison him. Then a new rich odor began to steal up into his hungry nostrils. For weeks he had not fed full; he had been running hard since daylight, and was faint and exhausted. And in all his life he had never smelled anything so good. He turned his head to question me with his eyes. Slowly his nose came down, searching for the bread. β€œIf he would only eat!-that is a truce which I would never break,” I kept thinking over and over, and stopped eating in my eagerness to have him share with me the hunter’s crust. His nose touched it; then through his hunger came the smell of the manβ€”the danger smell that had followed him day after day in the beautiful October woods, and over white winter trails when he fled for his life, and still the man followed. The remembrance was too much.

He raised his head with an effort and bounded away.

I followed slowly, keeping well out to one side of his trail, and sitting quietly within sight whenever he rested in the snow. Wild animals soon lose their fear in the presence of man if one avoids all excitement, even of interest, and is quiet in his motions.

His fear was gone now, but the old wild freedom and the intense desire for lifeβ€”a life which he had resigned when I appeared suddenly before him, and the pack broke out behindβ€”were coming back with renewed force. His bounds grew longer, firmer, his stops less frequent, till he broke at last into a deer path and shook himself, as if to throw off all memory of the experience.

From a thicket of fir a doe, that had been listening in hiding to the sounds of his coming and to the faint unknown click, which was the voice of my snowshoes, came out to meet him. Together they trotted down the path, turning often to look and listen, and vanished at last, like gray shadows, into the gray stillness of the March woods.

GLOSSARY OF INDIAN NAMES

Cheokhes, the mink.

Ch’geegee-lokh, the chickadee.

Cheplahgan, the bald eagle.

Chigwooltz, the bullfrog.

Clote Scarpe, a legendary hero, like Hiawatha, of the Northern Indians. Pronounced variously, Clote Scarpe, Groscap, Gluscap, etc.

Deedeeaskh, the blue jay.

Hukweem, the great northern diver, or loon.

Ismaques, the fish-hawk.

Kagax, the weasel.

Kakagos, the raven.

Keeokuskh, the muskrat.

Keeonekh, the otter.

Killooleet, the white-throated sparrow.

Kookooskoos, the great horned owl.

Koskomenos, the kingfisher.

Kupkawis, the barred owl.

Kwaseekho, the sheldrake.

Lhoks, the panther.

Malsun, the wolf.

Meeko,the red squirrel.

Megaleep, the caribou.

Milicete, the name of an Indian tribe; written also Malicete.

Mitches, the birch partridge, or ruffed grouse.

Moktaques, the hare.

Mooween, the black bear.

Musquash, the muskrat.

Nemox, the fisher.

Pekquam, the fisher.

Seksagadagee, the Canada grouse, or spruce partridge.

Skooktum, the trout.

Tookhees, the wood grouse.

Upweekis, the Canada lynx.

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