And he knows that I love him.

He'll come back--" "Listen!" From deep in the forest there came a long wailing howl, filled with a plaintive sadness.

It was Kazan's farewell to the woman.
After that cry Kazan sat for a long time on his haunches, sniffing the new freedom of the air, and watching the deep black pits in the forest about him, as they faded away before dawn.

'Now and then, since the day the traders had first bought him and put him into sledge-traces away over on the Mackenzie, he had often thought of this freedom longingly, the wolf blood in him urging him to take it.

But he had never quite dared.