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The old man smiled and said nothing。 He was always happy when his apprentices came loaded with curiosity and doubts。
Finally； when Chen spotted the wolf encirclement through his tele—scope； the old man’s hunting plan became clear； and Chen was delighted。 Bilgee flashed a crafty smile。 Chen forgot the cold the moment he spot—ted the wolves； blood seemed to race through his veins； and the terror he’d experienced the first time he saw the big wolves vanished。
There wasn’t a breath of wind deep in the mountains； the air was cold and dry； and Chen Zhen’s feet were nearly frozen。 The blasts of cold air were getting stronger。 If only he had a wolf pelt to lie on！ He turned to the old man and whispered something that had been bother—ing him： “Everyone says that wolf pelts make the warmest bedding you can find anywhere； and the people around here； hunters and herdsmen； kill plenty of wolves。 But I’ve never seen them in a herdsman’s home。 Why is that？ The only pelts I’ve seen are a wolf… skin mat in the home of Dorji and a pair of chaps his father wears over his sheepskin pants； with fur on the outside。”
The old man replied； “Dorji is a northeastern Mongol。 They’re farmers who own a few cows and sheep； but they’ve been around Chi—nese so long they’ve begun following Han customs。 People who e here from the outside have forgotten the Mongol gods and their own origins。 When someone in their family dies； they put him in a box and bury him in the ground； instead of feeding him to the wolves； so of course they don’t see anything wrong with using wolf pelts as chaps。 Here on the grassland； wolf pelts are the thickest and the densest； so there’s nothing better for keeping out the cold。 Two sheepskins put together won’t keep you as warm as a single wolf pelt。 But we don’t use them as bedding。 We respect the wolves too much。 Any Mongol who doesn’t isn’t a true Mongol。 Out here； a Mongol would freeze to death before he slept on a wolf pelt； since doing so would offend the Mongol gods； and their souls would never go to Tengger。 Why do you think Tengger bestows its favors on wolves？”
“Didn’t you say that wolves are the protective spirits of the grass—land？” Chen Zhen asked。
“Right；” the old man said； his wide smile slitting his eyes。 “That’s it exactly。 Tengger is the father； the grassland is the mother； and the wolves kill only animals that harm the grassland。 How could Tengger not bestow its favors on wolves？”
There was movement in the wolf pack； and the two men trained their telescopes on a pair of wolves that had looked up。 The animals quickly lowered their heads。 Chen searched through the tall grass but saw no more movement by the wolves。
狼图腾（英文版） 2（7）
The old man handed his glass to Chen so that he could observe the situation with a full pair of binoculars。 The original double…tube glass was Soviet military issue。 Bilgee had found it on the Olonbulag twenty years earlier； on an old battlefield from the Soviet…Japanese war。 During World War II； a major battle between the Russians and the Japanese had occurred nearby to the north。 Toward the end of the war； the Olon—bulag had been the primary military artery for the Russo…Mongolian army into Manchuria。 Even now there were deep ruts left by tanks； as well as the hulks of Russian and Japanese tanks and armored vehicles。
Nearly all the old herders owned Russian or Japanese bayonets； can—teens； spades； helmets； binoculars； and other military equipment。 The long chain Gasmai used to tether calves came from a Russian army truck。 But of all the military equipment left behind by the Russians and the Japanese； binoculars were the herders’ favorite and had bee an important tool for production。
The herdsmen； who treasured things they could not produce them—selves； usually took the binoculars apart to make a pair of “telescopes；” for the reduced size made them easy to carry and doubled their usage。 “These have helped us in hunting；” Bilgee said； “and have made it easier to find lost horses。 But the wolves’ eyesight seems to have improved； and if you observe a wolf through one of these things； sometimes you’ll see that the he’s looking right back at you。”
One day after Chen had been living in the old man’s yurt for six months； Bilgee took a telescope out of the wagon box and handed it to him。
The Russian telescope was old and the copper nonskid surface had been worn smooth in places； but the powerful lens was of the highest quality。 Chen treasured the gift； which he wrapped in red silk； using it only when he was helping cowherds run down strays or horse herders find lost horses； or when he went hunting with Bilgee。
Chen surveyed the area through his telescope； his latent hunting instincts were awakened as he looked through his “hunter’s eye。” These hunting instincts had awakened too late in his life； he felt； and he was saddened to have been born into a line of farmers。 Farmers had bee as timid as sheep after dozens； even hundreds； of generations of being raised on grains and greens； the products of farming munities； they had lost the virility of their nomadic ancestors； going back to the legendary Yellow Emperor。 No longer hunters； they had bee the hunted。
The wolf pack still showed no signs of attacking； and Chen was beginning to lose patience over their extraordinary ability to hold back。
“Are they going to plete the encirclement today？” he asked。 “Are they waiting until it gets dark to attack？”
“War demands patience；” the old man replied softly。 “Opportuni—ties present themselves only to the patient； man and beast； and only they take advantage of those opportunities。 How do you think Gen—ghis Khan was able to defeat the great armies of the Jin with so few mounted warriors？ And all the nations that fell to him？ Displaying only the power of wolves isn’t enough。 You must also display patience。 Even the largest and mightiest armies can stumble。 If a mighty horse stum—bles； it is at the mercy of even a small wolf。 Without patience； you are not a wolf； you are not a hunter； and you are not Genghis Khan。 You are always saying you want to get an understanding of wolves and of Genghis Khan。 Well； then； lie there and be patient。”
狼图腾（英文版） 2（8）
There was an angry edge to the old man’s ment。 So Chen tried to cultivate a bit of patience。 He trained his telescope on a wolf he’d observed several times already。 It lay there as if dead。 After a few moments； the old man softened his tone and said； “After lying here all this time； have you figured out what the wolves are waiting for？”
Chen shook his head。
“They’re waiting for the gazelles to eat their fill and doze off；” Bilgee said。
“Are they really that smart？” Chen asked in amazement。
“You Chinese don’t know a thing about wolves。 People aren’t as clever as they are。 Here； I’ll test you。 Do you think a single wolf； even a large one； can bring down a gazelle？”
Chen thought a moment before answering： “No； you’d need three； two to chase it and the third lying in ambush。 No wolf could do it alone。”
The old man shook his head。 “Would you believe that one ferocious wolf can bring down a gazelle all by itself？”
“Really？” Chen said； finding it hard to believe。 “I can’t imagine how。”
“Wolves have developed a special skill。 In the daylight； a wolf will concentrate on a single gazelle but do nothing until nightfall； when the gazelle will look for a place with tall grass out of the wind to lie down and sleep。 That still isn’t the time to strike； because even though the gazelle is asleep； its nose and ears remain alert。 At the first sign of danger； it will leap up and run off； and the wolf won’t be able to catch it。 So the wolf waits； all through the night； lying nearby。 At sunrise the gazelle gets up with a full bladder； and now the wolf is ready to pounce。 A gazelle can’t urinate while it’s running； so before it’s gone far； its blad—der bursts； its rear legs cramp up； and it stops。 You see； a gazelle can run like the wind； but not all the time； and wise old wolves know that’s when they can bring one down alone。 Only the cleverest gazelles are wise enough to forsake the warmth of sleep to get up to relieve them—selves at night。 They never have to worry about a wolf running them down。 Olonbulag hunters get up early in the morning to claim gazelles taken down by wolves； and when they open up their bellies； there’s urine everywhere。”
Chen Zhen laughed softly。 “I couldn’t have e up with that strat—egy under the threat of death。 That’s remarkable。 But Mongol hunters are crafty too！”
The old man laughed。 “We’re the wolves’ apprentices； so we have to be。”
Finally； most of the gazelles looked up。 Their “drums” were tauter than ever； more than a night with a full bladder。 Some were so full their legs were splayed in four directions。 The old man looked through his telescope and said； “They’re so full they can’t run。 Watch closely。 It’s time for the wolves to strike。”
Chen tensed。 The pack was slowly tightening the semicircle； there were now wolves to the east； north； and west of the gazelles。 A line of mountains lay to the south