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Updated: July 19, 2025
It is beyond the ken of man whether or not, in their wild hearts, these forest folk sensed what was taking place, that their gray monarch, the sovereign grizzly, was at the death-fight with some dreadful invader from the South. They heard the bear's fierce bawls, unimitatable by any other voice as he lashed down blow after blow; and they heard the thud and crunch of the axe against his body.
"I ask thee what THOU sayest?" They were talking as they ran. Gray Brother cantered on a while without replying, and then he said, between bound and bound as it were, "Man-cub Master of the Jungle Son of Raksha, Lair-brother to me though I forget for a little while in the spring, thy trail is my trail, thy lair is my lair, thy kill is my kill, and thy death-fight is my death-fight.
There was a fury and a might in his blows that was hard to associate with the world of human beings, such ferociousness and wolf-like savagery, welling strength and prowess of battle that mostly men have forgotten in their centuries of civilization, but which still mark the death-fight between beasts.
I now know again what I will do, what I ought to do, what I must do. . . . I am the son of the Revolution, and seize again the hallowed weapons on which my mother pronounced her magic benediction. . . . Flowers! flowers! I will crown my head for the death-fight.
Dan and two of his men were at the wheel spokes, which had torn the palms of their hands until they were raw and bleeding, and the dull light flooding in through the windows revealed the indomitable will of these men, the death-fight spirit which actuated them.
"After all, however," I said to myself, and my heart sank, "it was only skill. Your giant was but a blunderer." I left the bodies of friends and foes, peaceful enough when the death-fight was over, and, hastening to the country below, roused the peasants. They came with shouting and gladness, bringing waggons to carry the bodies.
And my longing to know all that I could find out about it backed by the certainty that I should not come upon anything below that would revolt me led me to go searching in the shattered cabin for some clue to the sloop's name and nationality, and to the cause in which her death-fight had been fought.
Sad as it was for him, Chad knew what the silent torture in Harry's heart must be, for Harry could not bring himself, that day, even to visit his own home. And now Morgan was coming, and they might soon be in a death-fight, Harry with his own blood-brother and both with boyhood friends. "God grant that you two may never meet!"
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