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"They bedded at the Grass Flats, but until Scrag herself had a mind to take the trail to the Squidgy Islands, there was nobody but Saber-Tooth could persuade her. "'Then Saber-Tooth shall help us, said my man. "Not for nothing was he called Taku-Wakin, which means 'The Wonderful. He brought a tiger cub's skin of his father's killing, dried stiff and sewed up with small stones inside it.
The hackles rose up on the cub's neck and a growl rumbled in his deep chest, for he knew now what it all meant. The smell of blood was in the air, and the old he-wolf, that had so often shared his kill to save the cubs, was now going crazy in his awful hunger.
"Feed babbies," grinned Mike, as he opened a cub's mouth and stuck the bottle inside at an angle that would let the liquid run out and in. Immediately, the cub gulped and started sucking at the impromptu feeding bottle. Mike watched the milk diminish and when the bottle was half empty he took it away and opened the other little cub's mouth for its food.
There is a scent in the air, which, though it be only ink and paper, makes the cub's blood course faster the minute he steps into the office corridor; and as he mounts the stairs to the local room the throbbing of the presses makes him wonder if this is not literally the "heart of the city."
But when the cub's voice came back to her from the darkness she knew he was not killed, and she also knew that he was very near, and her whinings changed at once to a guttural murmur that must have been intended for encouragement.
He would beg so hard, though, to be let loose whenever any one went through the yard, that he was always allowed to be unchained and go free, when the family were about and could watch him. Once the chain and collar, together with the bear's uneasiness, nearly cost the cub's life.
"Why can't you help map it out?" asked Bud Taylor with something of a challenge in his voice. "You always have the last word?" "Cub's the dictator of our outfit, and we do the work, that's why," declared Hal Stone. "We always have to listen to him, you know that, Bud. So what's the use o' kickin'?" "Oh, I'm not kickin'," Bud replied. "It's no use.
The cub had climbed until coming to a limb which like the lowest one scraped against the rock not half a dozen feet from the tapering trunk, he had crept out on it and was lying upon a ledge of rock. Wanda hoped that here was the opportunity of a lifetime. She would climb as high as that limb, and find the cub's flight shut off by the sheer wall rising perpendicularly behind him.
Again, at nightfall, a cub's hunting cry, ooooo, ow-ow! ooooo, ow-ow! a deep, almost musical hoot with two short barks at the end, would come singing down from the uplands; and the wolves, leaving instantly the game they were following, would hasten up to find the two cubs herding a caribou in a cleft of the rocks, a young caribou that had lost his mother at the hands of the hunters, and that did not know how to take care of himself.
He and Sister will snarl and quarrel all night. They get along about like Dad and I do." "It'll break Sister's heart, but go ahead. I always tell her, guests first," said Peter. Judith opened the door a crack and whistled. There was a rush outside of many paws, and Wolf Cub's long gray muzzle appeared in the narrow orifice.
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