Go wild with the wild

                   Go wild with the wild(1----2)

                                       -------Jesse(Original)

                                (1)

                     See the light of day

        The folklore, as the following shows, has been well talked about in the Ke'erqin Grasslands for nearly half a century. The heroine was long dead, and the only witness, the man who helped her out of the wilderness, may give us a genuine descrīption of the wolf child and her whole life.

        It was a cold winter afternoon, and the snowflakes were falling heavily. The north wind was freezing cold. Towards dusk, the grasslands were all white. The sky was gray and it seemed the snow would last until deep at night.

        It was the southwestern part of the Ke'erqin Grasslands, with no tall trees but grass and some low bushes. Now, everytihng was covered with snow, and only the knee-high bushes could be seen.

        Not any sign of life. There were no birds, no Mongolian gazells, and no yurts around.

        A shadow stumbled along the straight bushes. Perhaps, there was a path along it. Now it was nearly dark, and the path was hidden beneath the snow. If anyone was there, he wouldn''t recognize the path. The shadow approached and at last one can see clearly, it was a woman with a bundle in her arms, her hair, her scarf, even her lashes all covered with snow.

        How long had she staggered in the storm? No one knew.

        She struggled forwards. Where would she go?

        The harsh wind slowed her steps. At last she dropped to the ground out of breath. She was too tired to regain her foot, and had no shoice but to lie there, breathing swiftly. The bundle lay by her side. She fixed her syes on it and then weeped. She even had no strength to cry. Tears streamed down her cheeks, melting the snowflakes which flied to her face.

        Ten minutes later, the wind became less hard. The woman lay there, motionless. One can see, the scarf was now covered the bundle, and both hands were rested on the scarf as if to make an umbella for the bundle.

        She was dead.

                                        (2)

                               The stepmother

       A she-wolf walked in the snow alone, seeking around for possible prey. In such cold evening of snowfall, where could she find food?

        The she-wolf was feebly walking, as if she was badly wounded, or several day she had no lunch. Her steps seemed heavy, and her eyes looked tired.

        The she-wolf approached a line of bushes to hide from the wind.

        Just one step, she was dumbfounded. She smelled life, of a spirit, not of an animal. Her sharp nose was rather sensitive to blood, and now she smelled blood.

        Before her, the wolf noticed a dead woman lying there, beside whom there was a bundle.

        Who can tell what would happen?

        The greediness and cruelty flashed in her eyes. Hunger and coldness drained all her strength.  

        The she-wolf just bred two wolves three days ago. Kind motherhood made her concious of the scene by instinct. She had no doubt that they were a mother and her bady right under her nose. She smelled the mother a little, and then she smelled the bundle. She knew well that in this bundle there was a baby.

        Yes, the she-wolf smelled the weak breath of the baby, so she bent her head and lowered her mouth to the bundle. She took away the red scarf away with her fangs, and she saw the little pink nose.                           (To be continued)