Again he ran and leaped, again the great jaws closed, again he fell down howling.

Then the she-wolf rose, and they sprang together, striving to pull down him who sat above.

But it was all in vain; they could never come nearer than within a spear's breadth of the dead man's foot.

And now, Umslopogaas, you know why the rock is smooth and shines.

From month to month and year to year the wolves had ravened there, seeking to devour the bones of him who sat above.