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Now and again the wolves, in packs of two and three, crossed his path. But they sheered clear of him. They were not in sufficient numbers, and besides they were hunting the caribou, which did not battle, while this strange creature that walked erect might scratch and bite. NOW AND AGAIN THE WOLVES IN PACKS OF TWO AND THREE CROSSED HIS PATH BUT THEY SHEARED CLEAR OF HIM THEY WERE NOT IN SUFFICIENT NUMBERS AND BESIDES THEY WERE HUNTING THE CARIBOO WHICH DID NOT BATTLE WHILE THIS STRANGE CREATURE THAT WALKED ERECT MIGHT SCRATCH AND BITE
not run. He was animated now with the courage of fear. He, too, growled, savagely, terribly, voicing the fear that is to life germane and that lies twisted about life's deepest roots. The bear edged away to one side, growling menacingly, himself appalled by this mysterious creature that appeared upright and unafraid. But the man did not move. He stood like a statue till the danger was past, when he yielded to a fit of trembling and sank down into the wet moss. He pulled himself together and went on, afraid now in a new way. It was not the fear that he should die passively from lack of food, but that he should be destroyed violently before starvation had exhausted the last particle of the endeavor in him that made toward surviving. There were the wolves. Back and forth across the desolation drifted their howls, weaving the very air into a fabric of menace that was so tangible that he found himself, arms in the air, pressing it back from him as it might be the walls of a wind-blown tent.  HIM BUT THE MAN DID NOT RUN HE WAS ANIMATED NOW WITH THE COURAGE OF FEAR HE TOO GROWLED SAVAGELY TERRIBLY VOICING THE FEAR THAT IS TO LIFE GERMAIN AND THAT LIES TWISTED ABOUT LIFE'S DEEPEST ROOTS THE BEAR EDGED AWAY TO ONE SIDE GROWLING MENACINGLY HIMSELF APPALLED BY THIS MYSTERIOUS CREATURE THAT APPEARED UPRIGHT AND UNAFRAID BUT THE MAN DID NOT MOVE HE STOOD LIKE A STATUE TILL THE DANGER WAS PAST WHEN HE YIELDED TO A FIT OF TREMBLING AND SANK DOWN INTO THE WET MOSS HE PULLED HIMSELF TOGETHER AND WENT ON AFRAID NOW IN A NEW WAY IT WAS NOT THE FEAR THAT HE SHOULD DIE PASSIVELY FROM LACK OF FOOD BUT THAT HE SHOULD BE DESTROYED VIOLENTLY BEFORE STARVATION HAD EXHAUSTED THE LAST PARTICLE OF THE ENDEAVOUR IN HIM THAT MADE TOWARDS SURVIVING THERE WERE THE WOLVES BACK AND FORTH ACROSS THE DESOLATION DRIFTED THEIR HOWLS WEAVING THE VERY AIR INTO A FABRIC OF MENACE THAT WAS SO TANGIBLE THAT HE FOUND HIMSELF ARMS IN THE AIR PRESSING IT BACK FROM HIM AS IT MIGHT BE THE WALLS OF A WIND BLOWN TENT
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