A'tim

"Let us start," cried A'tim, seizing his joint of Buffalo meat, and sweeping the horizon with suspicious eyes.

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

"You needn't do that," sneered A'tim; "not much grass sticks to your coat now."

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

A'tim stole on in front; flat to the grass his belly, and low his head.

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

With swift diligence A'tim excavated, grumblingly, until his gaunt form was half buried in the hole.

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

A'tim slunk back nervously and watched Shag with wary caution.

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

"We are glad of your company, little Cow-Bird -- are we not, A'tim?"

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

"What is this, A'tim?" he demanded, lowering his horns and stamping in vexed restlessness.

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

"I will search up, and do you seek down," said A'tim.

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

The Indian Dogs caught up the cry of A'tim as it floated over the

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896

Very close to A'tim the huge Wolf sat while his two Sons searched the opposite bank for the coming out of Shag.

The Outcasts William Alexander Fraser 1896