. The outcasts . rredAtim. And as I was saying, theseLong Knives put the Flour of Death inthe dead Buffalo, and my Wolf Breth-ren, when they eat, being forced to oftheir hunger, die like flies at ColdTime. And a good thing, too — I mean and Shag coughed apologetically; I mean, as a Calf I received cause to 9 The Outcasts remember your Wolf Brothers, Atim ;there s a hollow in my thigh you couldbury your paw in, where one of yourlong-fanged Pack sought to hamstringme. You, Atim, who are half Wolf,know how it comes that where one ofyour kind puts his teeth, the flesh,sooner or later, melts away,
. The outcasts . rredAtim. And as I was saying, theseLong Knives put the Flour of Death inthe dead Buffalo, and my Wolf Breth-ren, when they eat, being forced to oftheir hunger, die like flies at ColdTime. And a good thing, too — I mean and Shag coughed apologetically; I mean, as a Calf I received cause to 9 The Outcasts remember your Wolf Brothers, Atim ;there s a hollow in my thigh you couldbury your paw in, where one of yourlong-fanged Pack sought to hamstringme. You, Atim, who are half Wolf,know how it comes that where one ofyour kind puts his teeth, the flesh,sooner or later, melts away, and leavesbut a hole — how is it, Atim? Foul teeth, growled the Dog-Wolf. They re a mean lot, are theGray Runners ; even I, who am half oftheir kind, bear them no love — havethey not outcasted me because of myDog blood? I am no Wolf, Shag; Iam Atim, which meaneth a Dog, inthe talk of the Crees. Even so, Brother, said Shag, howcomes it that thou art a half-breed Wolfat all? That is also of Mans evil ways, 10. i AM NO WOLF, SHAG; i AM ATIM, WHICH MEANETH A DOG IN THE TALK OF THE CREES. The Outcasts Brother Bull—thinking to change every-thing that was as it should be beforehe came. This false mating is of histhought; to get the strength of theWolf, and the long-fasting of the Wolf,and the toughness of the Wolf, into thekind of his Train-Dogs, And becauseof all this, I, who am a Dog, am out-casted. Well, we 11 soon all be gone/sighed the Bull, plaintively; when Iwas a Smooth Horn, and in the fullglory of my strength — Thou must have been of a greatstrength, Shag, for thou art the biggestBull from Belly Buttes to Old ManRiver —-Waugh! Waugh ! that I canswear to. In those days,: continued Shag,taking a swinging lick at his scraggyhide with his rough tongue, in those ii The Outcasts days, when I was a Smooth Horn, I leda Herd that caused the sweet-grass plainto tremble like water when we gallopedover it. We were as locusts — thatmany; and when crossing a coulee Iveturned
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