a girl; a basket of mealies was on her head, and she bore a dead kid

in her hand. I rushed at her howling like a wolf, and I snatched the

mealies from her head and the kid from her hand. Then I fled on, and

coming to the river, I crossed it, and for that night I hid myself in

the rocks beyond, eating the mealies and the flesh of the kid.

"On the morrow at dawn I rose and shook the dew from the wolf-hide.

Then I went on into the forest and howled like a wolf. They knew my

voice, the ghost-wolves, and howled in answer from far and near. Then