The King's Ankus
The Song of the Little Hunter
Quiquern
'Angutivaun Taina'
Red Dog
Chil's Song
The Spring Running
The Outsong




HOW FEAR CAME

The stream is shrunk--the pool is dry,
And we be comrades, thou and I;
With fevered jowl and dusty flank
Each jostling each along the bank;
And by one drouthy fear made still,
Forgoing thought of quest or kill.
Now 'neath his dam the fawn may see,
The lean Pack-wolf as cowed as he,
And the tall buck, unflinching, note
The fangs that tore his father's throat.
The pools are shrunk--the streams are dry,
And we be playmates, thou and I,
Till yonder cloud--Good Hunting!--loose
The rain that breaks our Water Truce.

The Law of the Jungle--which is by far the oldest law in the