Cattle with wild eyes
were eating grass on the edge of the wood. Strongarm dropped to his
knees and slowly, carefully, crawled through the bushes toward them.
"Just a little nearer, and I will throw my spear!" he thought.
A dry branch snapped beneath him! The wild cattle threw up their
heads, and with a hurry of feet were soon lost to sight.
Frowning, the hunter got up from his knees and walked on. He saw a
herd of mammoths, but he could not kill one of the big hairy elephants
alone, so he turned away. He hunted all day long. He saw plenty of
wild animals, but he could not get near enough to kill one. He saw
wild ducks and grouse, but he had not brought his sling.
"Must I go hungry to-day?" he growled, frowning.
From far off came the yelping of dogs.
"The pack is hunting!" he shouted, with a roaring laugh. "I will
follow the wild dogs and take some of the meat they leave!"
Led by the sounds, he found the dogs running down a bison. They
followed it until it was too tired to fight, and then pulled it down
and killed it. They ate all the meat they wanted and went away. Then
Strongarm cut meat from the bison.
On his way home he saw a nest of wild puppies in a hollow tree.
"Um," he grunted, "the little wild goat that the children play with is
quiet and tame. If a wild puppy grew up with them, would it be tame?
Would it help me to hunt?"
He picked up a puppy.
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