The sunset slowly faded away as man and horse drew ever nearer。 The next couple of dozen steps prised the longest journey of Chen Zhen’s life。 A few steps into that journey； he sensed that one of the wolves had run up to the snow…covered slope behind him； and he knew intuitively that it was a scout sent by the alpha male to see if other troops lay in wait。 Chen felt his soul straining to leave again。
The horse’s gait faltered slightly； Chen’s legs and the horse’s flanks were trembling。 The horse turned its ears to the rear； nervously moni—toring the scout wolf ’s movements。 Chen imagined himself passing through an enormous wolf ’s maw； with rows of razor…sharp teeth above and below； once he was in the middle； the mouth would snap shut。 The horse began to gather its strength in its rear legs； preparing for a mortal engagement。 But the burden on its back put it at a terrible disadvantage。
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狼图腾（英文版） 1（4）
Suddenly； Chen Zhen； like the shepherd he was supposed to be； appealed to Tengger； Mongol heaven； in a moment of peril： Wise and powerful heaven； Tengger； reach out and give me your hand。 Next he summoned Papa Bilgee under his breath。 In the Mongol language； Bil—gee means “Wise One。” If only the old man would find a way to trans—mit his knowledge of the grassland directly into his brain。 No echoes anywhere disturbed the stillness of the Olonbulag。 Gripped by despair； Chen raised his eyes； wanting the last thing he saw to be the ice blue beauty of the heavens。
Then something Papa had said dropped from the sky and struck his eardrum like a thunderclap： Wolves are afraid of rifles； lasso poles； and anything made of metal。 He had no rifle and no lasso pole； but did he have anything made of metal？ His foot felt warm。 Yes！ There under his feet were two large metal stirrups。 His legs twitched excitedly。
Papa Bilgee had lent him his horse； but the saddle was Chen’s。 No wonder the old man had picked out the largest stirrups he could find for him at the beginning； it was as if he knew that someday they would e to Chen’s rescue。 Back then； when he was learning to ride； the old man had said that not only did small stirrups make staying in the sad—dle difficult； but if the horse bucked you off； your foot could get caught and you could be dragged along； which could lead to serious injury or death。 These stirrups； with their large openings and rounded bottoms； were twice the size of the more mon small…mouthed； fl at… bottomed ones； and double the weight。
The pack was waiting for the scout’s report； horse and rider were now directly opposite them。 Chen quickly removed his feet from the stirrups； reached down； and pulled them up by their leather straps。 Holding one in each hand； and calling upon all his strength； he spun the horse around； roared in the direction of the wolf pack； raised the heavy stirrups chest…high； and banged them together。
Clang clang 。 。 。
A crisp； ear…splitting clang； like a hammer on an anvil； tore through the silent air of the grassland and straight into the ears and the seats of courage of every wolf in the pack； like a sword。 Nonnatural metal—lic noises frighten wolves more than any thunderstorm； they produce a sound that has a greater and more devastating impact on them than the snap of a hunter’s trap。
The wolves trembled when the first clangs from Chen’s stirrups reso—nated in the air。 The next burst sent them turning away； led by the alpha wolf； they fled into the mountains like a yellow storm； their ears pinned against their heads and their necks pulled into their shoulders。 Even the scout abandoned its mission and followed the other members of the pack in fl ight。
Chen Zhen could hardly believe his eyes as he watched the wolves frightened off by a pair of metal stirrups。 As his courage made its belated return； he banged the stirrups together wildly； then windmilled his arms like a shepherd and shouted； “Hurry！ Hurry！ There are wolves everywhere！”
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狼图腾（英文版） 1（5）
For all he knew； the wolves understood Mongol and knew the mean—ing of human gestures； perhaps they’d been frightened into dispersal by what they’d assumed was a trap laid by hunters。
But they dispersed in orderly fashion； maintaining the ancient orga—nizational unity and group formation characteristic of grassland wolves： The most ferocious members serve as a vanguard； with the alpha male out in front； the pack’s larger wolves behind it。 There is never any of the confusion monly seen among fleeing birds and other wild animals。 Chen was overwhelmed by the sight。
In a moment； the pack had vanished without a trace； and all that remained in the ravine were a white mist and swirling flakes of snow。
By then night had fallen。 Before Chen could step fully into the stir—rups again； his horse took off like a shot； racing toward the nearest camp。 Frigid air seeped into Chen’s collar and sleeves； the cold sweat on his body had turned to ice。
Having escaped from the wolf ’s maw； he became an immediate con—vert to the devotion paid to Tengger； just like his Mongol hosts。 He also developed a plex attitude of fear； reverence； and infatuation toward the Mongolian wolf。 It had touched his soul。 How could it possess such a powerful attraction？
Chen did not catch sight of another wolf pack over the next two years。 During the day he tended his sheep； occasionally spotting a lone wolf； maybe two； off in the distance。 Even when he was far from camp； he never saw more than four or five at one time。 Often； however； he came across the remains of sheep or cattle or horses that had been killed by wolves； individually or in packs。 There might be one or two dead sheep； two or three cows； and maybe three or four horses； but sometimes carcasses would be strewn over a wide area。 When he was out making calls on people； he regularly saw wolf pelts hanging on tall poles； like flags waving in the wind。
Now Bilgee lay fl at in the snow cave； not moving a muscle； his eyes glued to the gazelles grazing on the slope and the wolf pack that was inching nearer。 “Stay calm；” he whispered to Chen。 “The first thing you need to learn as a hunter is patience。”
Having Bilgee beside him was forting。 Chen rubbed his eyes to clear away the mist and blinked calmly at Bilgee； then raised his tele—scope again to watch the gazelles and the wolves。 The pack still had not given itself away。
Since his earlier encounter with the wolves； he had e to under—stand that the inhabitants of the grassland； the nomads； were never far from being surrounded by wolves。 Nearly every night he spotted ghostly wolf outlines； especially during the frigid winter； two or three； perhaps five or six； and as many as a dozen pairs of glittering green lights mov—ing around the perimeter of the grazing land； as far as a hundred li or more distant。 One night he and Bilgee’s daughter…in…law Gasmai； aided by flashlights； counted twenty… five of them。
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狼图腾（英文版） 1（6）
Like guerrilla fighters； nomads strive for simplicity。 During the win—ter； sheep pens are semicircles formed by wagons and mobile fencing； with large felt rugs that serve as a windbreak but cannot keep out the wolves。 The wide southern openings are guarded by packs of dogs and women on watch shifts。 From time to time； wolves break into the pens and fight the dogs。 Bodies often thud into yurt walls； waking the peo—ple sleeping on the other side； twice that had happened to Chen Zhen； and all that had kept a wolf from landing in bed beside him was that wall。 Frequently nomads are separated from wolves by no more than a couple of felt rugs。
At night； when the wolves came out to hunt； Chen would sleep lightly。 He had told Gasmai to call him if a wolf ever broke into the pen when she was on guard duty； assuring her that he would help drive the animal away； fight it head…on if necessary。 Bilgee would stroke his goatee； smile； and say he’d never seen a Chinese so fixated on wolves。 He seemed pleased with the unusual degree of interest displayed by the student from Beijing。
Late one snowy night during his first winter； Chen； flashlight in hand； witnessed at close quarters a battle between a wolf； a dog； and a woman。
“Chenchen！ Chenchen！”
Chen was awakened by Gasmai’s frantic cries and the wild bark—ing of dogs。 After pulling on his felt boots and buttoning up his Mon—gol robe； his deel； he ran out of the yurt on shaky legs； flashlight and herding club in hand。 The beam of light sliced through the snow to reveal Gasmai holding on to the tail of a wolf； trying to pull it away from the densely packed sheep。 The wolf tried desperately to turn its fangs on her。 Meanwhile； the stupid； fat sheep； petrified by the wolf and nearly frozen by the wind； huddled together and kept backing up against the windbreak； packed so tightly the snowflakes between their bodies turned to steam。 The front half of the wolf was immobilized； it could only paw at the ground and snap at the sheep in front of it； all the while engaged in a tug…of…war with Gasmai。 Chen staggered over to help but didn’t know what to do。 Gasmai’s two dogs were hemmed in by the huddled sheep。 Unable