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Title: The Yellow Horde

Author: Hal G. Evarts

Illustrator: Charles Livingston Bull

Release Date: April 17, 2008 [EBook #25082]

Language: English

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THE YELLOW HORDE

[Illustration: When dawn lifted the shadows from the low country, Breed
was prowling along the first rim of the hills.

FRONTISPIECE. _See page 6._]

THE YELLOW HORDE
BY HAL G. EVARTS

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
CHARLES LIVINGSTON BULL

TORONTO
McCLELLAND AND STEWART
1921

_Copyright, 1921,_
BY HAL G. EVARTS.

_All rights reserved_
Published April, 1921

Norwood Press
Set up and electrotyped by J. S. Cushing Co.
Norwood, Mass., U. S. A.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

When dawn lifted the shadows from the low
country, Breed was prowling along the first rim
of the hills _Frontispiece_

The elk migration had begun PAGE 63

As the summer advanced the pups learned to
pack-hunt with Breed 167

Breed was compelled to hunt farther from home
as the deer quit the valleys 191

THE YELLOW HORDE

CHAPTER I

The wolfer lay in his cabin and listened to the first few night sounds
of the foothills. The clear piping notes of migrating plover floated
softly down to him, punctuated by the rasping cry of a nighthawk. A
coyote raised his voice, a perfect tenor note that swept up to a wild
soprano, then fell again in a whirl of howls which carried amazing
shifts of inflection, tearing up