Identifier: bareesonofkazan00curw (find matches)
Title: Baree, son of Kazan
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Curwood, James Oliver, 1878-1927
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Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap
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s pass swiftly throughthe night, and always when they passed he had keptin the deepest shadows. To him, as for all otherwild things, the wolf-howl stood for death. Butuntil now, with Barees fangs buried in his leg, hehad never sensed fully the wolf-fear. It had takenit years to enter into his slow, stupid head—but nowthat it was there, it possessed him as no other thinghad ever possessed him in all his life. Suddenly Oohoomisew ceased his beating andlaunched himself upward. Like huge fans his power-ful wings churned the air, and Baree felt himselflifted suddenly from the earth. Still he held on—•and in a moment both bird and beast fell back with athud. Oohoomisew tried again. This time he was moresuccessful, and he rose fully six feet into the aii withBaree. They fell again. A third time the oldoutlaw fought to wing himself free of Barees grip;and then, exhausted, he lay with his giant wings out-spread, hissing and cracking his bill. Under those wings Barees mind worked with the
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Nepeese, the trappers daughter, known to the forest men as The Willow, who became a big factor in the life of the pup Baree. BAREE, SON OF KAZAN 55 swift instincts of the killer. Suddenly he changed hishold, burying his fangs into the under part of Oo-hoomisews body. They sank into three inches offeathers. Swift as Baree had been, Oohoomisewwas equally swift to take advantage of his oppor-tunity. In an instant he had swooped upward.There was a jerk, a rending of feathers from flesh—and Baree was alone on the field of battle. Baree had not killed, but he had conquered.His first great day—or night—had come. The worldwas filled with a new promise for him, as vast as thenight itself. And after a moment he sat back on hishaunches, sniffing the air for his beaten enemy; andthen, as if defying the feathered monster to comeback and fight to the end, he pointed his sharp littlemuzzle up to the stars and sent forth his first baby-ish wolf-howl into the night. CHAPTER VI BAREES fight with

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