Зов предков
The Sounding of the Call
Beinginnohaste,Indianfashion,hehuntedhisdinnerinthecourseoftheday’stravel; andifhefailedtofindit,liketheIndian,hekeptontravelling,secureintheknowledgethatsoonerorlaterhewouldcometoit. So,onthisgreatjourneyintotheEast,straightmeatwasthebilloffare,ammunitionandtoolsprincipallymadeuptheloadonthesled,andthetime-cardwasdrawnuponthelimitlessfuture.
ToBuckitwasboundlessdelight,thishunting,fishing,andindefinitewanderingthroughstrangeplaces. Forweeksatatimetheywouldholdonsteadily,dayafterday;andforweeksuponendtheywouldcamp,hereandthere,thedogsloafingandthemenburningholesthroughfrozenmuckandgravelandwashingcountlesspansofdirtbytheheatofthefire. Sometimestheywenthungry,sometimestheyfeastedriotously,allaccordingtotheabundanceofgameandthefortuneofhunting. Summerarrived,anddogsandmenpackedontheirbacks,raftedacrossbluemountainlakes,anddescendedorascendedunknownriversinslenderboatswhipsawedfromthestandingforest.
Themonthscameandwent,andbackandforththeytwistedthroughtheunchartedvastness,wherenomenwereandyetwheremenhadbeeniftheLostCabinweretrue.
