She was frightened at first; then puzzled, and a growing curiosity followed that.

Occasionally, after the third day, she would thrust her blind face out of the balsam and sniff the air when Weyman was at the cage, making friends with Kazan.

But she would not eat.

Weyman noted that, and each day he tempted her with the choicest morsels of deer and moose fat.

Five days--six--seven passed, and she had not taken a mouthful.