第31章 THE SOUNDING OF THE CALL(4)

They saw him marching out of camp, but they did not see the instant and terrible transformation which took place as soon as he was within the secrecy of the forest.He no longer marched.At once he became a thing of the wild, stealing along softly, cat-footed, a passing shadow that appeared and disappeared among the shadows.He knew how to take advantage of every cover, to crawl on his belly like a snake, and like a snake to leap and strike.He could take a ptarmigan from its nest, kill a rabbit as it slept, and snap in mid-air the little chipmunks fleeing a second too late for the trees.Fish, in open pools, were not too quick for him; nor were beaver, mending their dams, too wary.he killed to eat, not from wantonness; but he preferred to eat what he killed himself.So a lurking humor ran through his deeds, and it was his delight to steal upon the squirrels, and, when he all but had them, to let them go, chattering in mortal fear to the tree-tops.

As the fall of the year came on, the moose appeared in greater abundance, moving slowly down to meet the winter in the lower and less rigorous valleys.

Buck had already dragged down a stray part-grown calf; but he wished strongly for larger and more formidable quarry, and he came upon it one day on the divide at the head of the creek.A band of twenty moose had crossed over from the land of streams and timber, and chief among them was a great bull.

He was in a savage temper, and, standing over six feet from the ground, was as formidable an antagonist as even Buck could desire.Back and forth the bull tossed his great palmated antlers, branching to fourteen points and embracing seven feet with the tips.His small eyes burned with a vicious and bitter light, while he roared with fury at sight of Buck.

From the bull's side, just forward of the flank, protruded a feathered arrow-end, which accounted for his savageness.Guided by that instinct which came from the old hunting days of the primordial world, Buck proceeded to cut the bull out from the herd.It was no slight task.He would bark and dance about in front of the bull, just out of reach of the great antlers and of the terrible splay hoofs which could have stamped his life out with a single blow.Unable to turn his back on the fanged danger and go on, the bull would be driven into paroxysms of rage.At such moments he charged Buck, who retreated craftily, luring him on by a simulated inability to escape.But when he was thus separated from his fellows, two or three of the younger bulls would charge back upon Buck and enable the wounded bull to rejoin the herd.

There is a patience of the wild--dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself--that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade; this patience belongs peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food; and it belonged to Buck as he clung to the flank of the herd, retarding its march, irritating the young bulls, worrying the cows with their half-grown calves, and driving the wounded bull mad with helpless rage.For half a day this continued.

Buck multiplied himself, attacking from all sides, enveloping the herd in a whirlwind of menace, cutting out his victim as fast as it could rejoin its mates, wearing out the patience of creatures preyed upon, which is a lesser patience than that of creatures preying.

As the day wore along and the sun dropped to its bed in the northwest (the darkness had come back and the fall nights were six hours long), the young bulls retraced their steps more and more reluctantly to the aid of their beset leader.The down-coming winter was hurrying them on to the lower levels, and it seemed they could never shake off this tireless creature that held them back.Besides, it was not the life of the herd, or of the young bulls, that was threatened.The life of only one member was demanded, which was a remoter interest than their lives, and in the end they were content to pay the toll.

As twilight fell the old bull stood with lowered head, watching his mates--the cows he had known, the calves he had fathered, the bulls he had mastered--as they shambled on at a rapid pace through the fading light.

He could not follow, for before his nose leaped the merciless fanged terror that would not let him go.Three hundred weight more than half a ton he weighed; he had lived a long, strong life, full of fight and struggle, and at the end he faced death at the teeth of a creature whose head did not reach beyond his great knuckled knees.

From then on, night and day, Buck never left his prey, never gave it a moment's rest, never permitted it to browse the leaves of trees or the shoots of young birch and willow.Nor did he give the wounded bull opportunity to slake his burning thirst in the slender trickling streams they crossed.

Often, in desperation, he burst into long stretches of flight.At such time Buck did not attempt to stay him, but loped easily at his heels, satisfied with the way the game was played, lying down when the moose stood still, attacking him fiercely when he strove to eat or drink.

The great head drooped more and more under its tree of horns, and the shambling trot grew weaker and weaker.He took to standing for long periods, with nose to the ground and dejected ears dropped limply; and Buck found more time in which to get water for himself and in which to rest.At such moments, panting with red lolling tongue and with eyes fixed upon the big bull, it appeared to Buck that a change was coming over the face of things.

He could feel a new stir in the land.As the moose were coming into the land, other kinds of life were coming in.Forest and stream and air seemed palpitant with their presence.The news of it was borne in upon him, not by sight, or sound, or smell, but by some other and subtler sense.He heard nothing, saw nothing, yet knew that the land was somehow different; that through it strange things were afoot and ranging; and he resolved to investigate after he had finished the business in hand.

At last, at the end of the fourth day, he pulled the great moose down.