White Fang . now left idle. There was nothing todo, nothing to see nor hear. They strained to catchsome interruption of the silence and immobility ofnature. They were appalled by inaction and by thefeel of something terrible impending. He gave a great start of fright. A colossal andformless something was rushing across the teld of hisvision. It was a tree-shadow flung by tne moon,from whose face the clouds had been brusKed , he whimpered softly; then he suppressedthe whimper for fear that it might attract the atter^-tion of the lurking dangers. A tree, contracting in the cool of
White Fang . now left idle. There was nothing todo, nothing to see nor hear. They strained to catchsome interruption of the silence and immobility ofnature. They were appalled by inaction and by thefeel of something terrible impending. He gave a great start of fright. A colossal andformless something was rushing across the teld of hisvision. It was a tree-shadow flung by tne moon,from whose face the clouds had been brusKed , he whimpered softly; then he suppressedthe whimper for fear that it might attract the atter^-tion of the lurking dangers. A tree, contracting in the cool of the night, made aloud noise. It was directly above him. He~yeloedin his fright. A panic seized him, and he ran madlytoward the village. He knew an overpowering desir||for the protection and companionship of man. In his|nostrils was the smell of the camp-smoke. In hisjears the camp sounds and cries were ringing loudj^He passed out of the forest and into the moonlitopen where were no shadows nor darknesses. But. He felt tlie lurking of danger, unseen and unguessed. :^^^£^vi&uti<s^^~3i:^:id;i^j:ci£ii- ?? THE TRAIL OF THE GODS 153 no village greeted his eyes. He had forgotten. Thevillage had gone away. His wild flight ceased abruptly. There was noplace to which to flee. He slunk forlornly throughthe deserted camp, smelling the rubbish-heaps andthe discarded rags and tags of the gods. He wouldhave been glad for the rattle of stones about him,flung by an angry squaw, glad for the hand of GrayBeaver descending upon him in wrath; while hewould have welcomed with delight Lip-lip and thewhole snarling, cowardly pack. He came to where Gray Beavers tepee had the centre of the space it had occupied, he satdown. He pointed his nose at the moon. His throatwas afflicted by rigid spasms, his mouth opened,and in a heart-broken cry bubbled up his lonelinessand fear, his grief for Kiche, all his past sorrows andmiseries as well as his apprehension of sufferings anddangers to come. It
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