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Updated: June 9, 2025
It was September; and all day A'tim had skulked in the willow cover of Belly River flat-lands, close to the lodges of the Blood Indians. Nothing to eat had come the way of the Dog-Wolf; only a little knowledge of something that was to happen, for he had heard things, the voices of the Indians sitting in council had slipped gently down the wind to his sharp Wolf ears.
Shag was the first to awaken; the night's banquet caused the morning to come slowly to A'tim. The pulling cut of Shag's heavy jaws on the crisp grass awoke the Dog-Wolf. He yawned heavily, and eyed the old Bull with sleepy indifference. Ghur-h-h-h! what a plaintive figure the aged Buffalo was, to be sure. "Good-morning, Brother," whuffed Shag, his mouth full of grass; "where are you going?"
"An ideal Range," muttered the Bull; "is it far?" "Perhaps half a moon perhaps a whole moon from here to there, just as one's feet stand the trail." "You make me long for that great feeding," sighed Shag enviously. "Yes, you'd be better in the Northland, Shag," said the Dog-Wolf, sleepily "better there. Here you are an Outcast, even as I am."
I was delighted and quite enthusiastic over this present. I named my chameleon "Cross-ci Cross-ca," in honour of Mr. Cross. We returned to London with the cheetah in a cage, the dog-wolf in a leash, my six little chameleons in a box, and Cross-ci Cross-ca on my shoulder, fastened to a gold chain we had bought at a jeweller's. I had not found any lions, but I was delighted all the same.
Then as if by chance, one great dog-wolf is driven out upon the battleground. He is a leader, high of shoulder, broad of chest, with jaws like the iron fangs of a trap, and limbs that are so lean that the muscles stand out upon them like knots of rope. And his action is a signal to the crowd of savage poltroons behind.
Years ago, A'tim, perhaps when you were a Pup, all this prairie that is so beautiful with its short Buffalo grass, was just covered with people of my kind; and Antelope though they were not of our kind, still we liked to see them there was no harm in them, being, like ourselves, Grass Feeders; and to the South-West, Dog-Wolf "
"Wait, Brothers," he pleaded; "you do not believe me, I see let us go together, and if I do not show you this Buffalo, waiting for the Kill, then " "Yes, then " sneered the Wolf; "if you fail to show us this Buffalo, then " He grinned diabolically in A'tim's face. "E-e-u-h, I know," exclaimed the Dog-Wolf, stepping down gingerly from the log.
"The Grass Feeders will wax fat for the benefit of the Meat Eaters. I wish one would come my way now," he sighed hungrily. "We are almost half way," continued A'tim, as he trotted beside the long-striding Bull. "I'm glad of that, Brother. My foot joints are not so well oiled as they once were, and are getting hot and dry. Strange that we should not see some of our cousins, is it not, Dog-Wolf?"
One, two, three large Grubs, full of a white fat, twisted and squirmed at their rude awakening; the Dog-Wolf swallowed them greedily. "Eu-h-h! Hi, yi! Such a tiny morsel," he whined plaintively; "they but give life to the famine pains which were all but dead through starvation. Wait, you, fool Bull I'll crack your ribs with my strong teeth yet! But small as the Grubs are there should be more."
Why should he starve and become a skeleton, while this hulking Bull, to whom he was acting as a friend and guide, waxed fat in the land that was of his finding? Many times Shag carried the Dog-Wolf on his back, and at night the heat of his great body kept A'tim warm. But the vicious envy that was in the Wolf mind of A'tim started a line of proper villainy. Let the Bull grow fat.
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