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to kill Page 15 Lobo showing beef the pack how 23 Tannerey... the Story of a .A List of the Stories in this Book And their Full-page Drawings Lobo. Crow 38 42 55 Lobo Rex Currumpae Sitverspot.. .. the the collection 73 like big folks . . . the King of Curnnripaw .. with his dogs. came galloping up the cafion 27 Lobo exposing the Lobo and Blanca traps .. .. 78 The track of the murderer 85 The death of Silverspot 5 89 .... Roost in a row... gem of 57 61 Silverspot The handle of a china-cup..

Bingo and the she-wolf Bingo watched while Curley Tail-piece . while their mother looked on with fond detussled light 196 202 Vix shows the cubs how to catch mice There she had lain. 218 225 Vix 6 . 172 183 185 Che Springfield fox They and fought. and mourned . 145 Frank retreated each time the wolf turned 149 167 feasted . mammy! mortal terror " he screamed. Bingo.A List of the Stories in this Book Page the Story of a Cottontail Rabbit 91 "Mammy. in 97 . Rag followed the snow-white beacon The hound came sniffing along the log 118 126 No chance to turn now 139 . . . the Story of fly Dog .

. the Story of a Y*Uer Dog .. 273 277 The three maroons a sheep-dog in charge of Once more a flock 287 Wully studied her calm face Redruff. 359 . the Story of the partridge .A List of the Stories in this Book Page Che pacing Mustang 227 at his Away went the mustang famous 261 pace OluUy. (Tail-piece) .. Valley 299 Don 35 3 21 In the moonlight Redruff saving Runtie 34 35 6 The owl The thought.. ..

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This more profitable it to devote that space to the life of is some one the principle I have en- deavored to apply to my animals. life and view of are my theme. in the power of my pen to tell. They lived the lives I have and showed the stamp of heroism and personality more strongly by far than it has been depicted.Note to the Reader Although I THESE STORIES have left are true. the strict line of historical truth in many places. rather than the ways of the 9 . I believe that natural history has lost is much com- by mon. The his real personality of the individual. the vague general treatment that so What satisfaction would be derived from would be a ten-page sketch of the habits and customs of Man ? great How much man. the animals in this book were all real characters.

my friends will re- member. however. excepting that there the a dispute as to manner of his death. Lobo. testimony he broke his 10 According to some neck in the corral that . as viewed by a casual and hostile human eye. alin most no deviation from the truth go. nature of the records. the owner of will learn from these pages how his dog lived not far from really died. in visits spite of interruptions. The Mustang early nineties. by the fragmentary There is. This may sound made inconsistent in view of my having pieced together some of but that was necessary the characters. caused by lengthy New York. Binfrom 1889 Lobo to lived his wild romantic life men know lated. Bingo was to my as dog from 1882 Manitoban to 1888. And my old friend. 1894 in the Currumpaw region. as the ranchtoo well.Note to the Reader race in general. and died. 1894. precisely as re- on January 31. and the Mustang. Tan. Lobo in the it The story is given strictly as is occurred.

who long lived the double life a faithful sheep- dog by day. Such things are less rare than I is supposed. He had killed twenty. in a sense. pened to be a collie. and a bloodthirsty. when discovered by his master. and hidden them in a sand-pit. after that it was known only that he became a savage. is where he cannot be consulted to Wully is. both were mongrels. treacherous sheep-killer. He All told. a compound of two dogs . and since writing these stories tfiat have heard of another double-lived sheep-dog added to its night amusements the crown- ing barbarity of murdering the smaller dogs of the neighborhood. Old Turkeytrack settle it. The first part of happened. The details of the second part Wully is given as it belong really to another. a similar yaller dog. information of six of Jekyl-Hyde dogs. treacherous monster by night. In each case it hap- Redruff really lived in the ii Don Valley north . and were raised as sheep-dogs. I these now have died just as Wully did. of some collie blood.Note he was first to the Reader taken to.

from The son fact that these stories are true is the reaall why are tragic. by a creature whose name I have withheld. No doubt each its taste.Note of Toronto. and Vixen are founded on Though I have ascribed to them the adventures of more than one of their real characters. and to the Reader many remember him. He of my companions will was killed in 1889. is kind. that I wish to expose. life of a wild ani- mal always has a tragic Such a collection of gests a histories naturally sug- common mind thought last a moral it would have been called in the different I century. every incident in their biographies life. rather than the individual. the animals have nothing that man does not in some degree share. Silverspot. be- tween the Sugar Loaf and Castle Frank. The end. will find a moral to find but hope some will herein emphasized a the beasts moral as old are kin. Raggylug. as Scripture we and Man has nothing that the animals have not at least a vestige of. 12 . as it is the species.

is Although handiwork throughout is my own.Note to the Reader Since. and general make-up. . then. she are chiefly responsible for designs of cover. Thanks and due her also for the mechanical press. Grace the Seton - Thompson. title page. labor of seeing the book through the Grncst Scton-Cbornpson. Caucasian world.000 years ago. they surely have their rights. This now beginning to be recognized by the fact. THIS BOOK Gallatin was made by my wife. the animals are creatures with wants and feelings differing in degree only from our own. for the literary revision. was first proclaimed by Moses and was emphasized by the Buddhist over 2.

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c/c/e/c Lobo The King of Currompaw .

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as the Mexicans called him. or the king. and. a vast cattle range in It is a land of rich pastures and teeming flocks and herds. that had ravaged the Currumpaw Valley for a number of years. . Old Lobo.Lobo The King of Currumpaw URRUMPAW northern is New Mexico. the king whose despotic power was felt over its entire extent was an old gray wolf. All the shepherds and ranchmen 17 knew him well. was the gigantic leader of a remarkable pack of gray wolves. a land of rolling mesas and precious running waters that at length unite in the Currumpaw River. from And which the whole region is named.

one followers during the latter part of his reign. was a . night was well-known and easily distinguished from that of any of his fellows. Old Lobo was a giant among wolves. Certain temper prevented the increase of is it that Lobo had only five however. This never quite understood. teramong the cattle. the second in 18 command. most of them were above the ordinary in particular. when a rises to wolf the position and power that he had. size. or perhaps his ferocious his pack. and was cunning and His voice at strong in proportion to his size. Old Lobo's band was but a small one. and wrath ror reigned supreme and despair among their owners. but when the deep roar of the old king came booming down the canon. for usually. It may be many as he desired. An ordinary wolf might howl half the night about the herdsman's bivouac without attracting more than a passing notice. Each of these. the watcher bestirred himself and prepared to learn in the morning that fresh and serious in- roads had been I made among the herds.Lot* wherever he appeared with his trusty band. as he attracts a that he had numerous following. was a wolf of renown.

but they seemed to possess charmed lives. but leader in size besides the even he was far below the and prowess. possibly Lobo's mate. It will be seen.Lobo veritable giant. that these wolves were thoroughly well-known to the cowboys and shepherds. the Acband had . of a cow each day. One to of those was a beautiful white wolf. to exact their tribute from the Currumpaw ranchers to the extent. leaders. and continued. and their lives were intimately associated with those of the cattlemen. many said. that this was supposed . cording to this estimate. There was not a stockman on the Currumpaw who would not readily have given the value of many steers for the scalp of any one of Lobo's and defied band. on several occasions. They were frequently seen and oftener heard. the Mexicans called Blanca according to current stories had. therefore. all They scorned hunters. captured an antelope for the pack. then. derided all poisons. which. two were especially noted. who would so gladly have destroyed them. all manner of devices to kill them. for at least five years. Another was a yellow wolf of remarkable swiftness. Several of the band. be a female.

although they often amused themselves by killing sheep. thing. Their choice and daily food was the tenderer part of a freshly An old bull or cow killed yearling heifer. as more than two thousand of the finest was only too well-known. and they even rejected anything that had been killed by the stockmen. for these freebooters mal that had died from natural causes. It was not their favorite was also known that they were not fond of mutton. they old idea that a wolf was constantly in a selected the best in every instance. .Lobo killed stock. and did not 20 eat an ounce of their flesh. they disdained. One night in November. The starving state. and were in fact most fastidious about what they ate. for. they would not touch. it was quite clear that veal or horseflesh diet. Any anicase. apparently for the fun of it. Blanca and the yellow wolf killed two hundred and fifty sheep. was this and therefore ready to eat any- as far as possible from the truth in were always sleek and well-conditioned. or that was diseased or tainted. 1893. and though they occasionally took a young calf or colt.

Many new devices for their extinction were tried each year. no matter at what Lobo's habit of permitting the pack to eat only that which they themselves had distance. but he never in failed to detect head. On one occasion. and and avoid it. to show the ravages of this destructive band. One thing only full he feared well that that was firearms. where they had si round- . all and knowing face a he never being. men in this region was known to attack or carried them. but still they of all the efforts of lived and throve in spite their foes. the set policy of his band was to take refuge in flight whenever. killed. human Indeed. their he found the Currum* paw pack in a hollow. was in numerous cases or the poison their salvation.Ldbo These are examples of many I stories which might repeat. great price was set on Lobo's A consequence poison in a score of subtle forms was put out for him. one of the cowboys heard the too familiar rallying-cry of Old Lobo. and the keenness of of his scent to detect the taint itself. human hands completed immunity. in the daytime. and stealthily approaching. a man was descried.

tried to retreat into the middle of the herd. but ere she had gone twentyfive yards Lobo was upon her. and he sprang i n among them . and presented to the foe a line of horns. for at length lost patience left his with hill. The terrified rank broke at his charge. for the heifer was thrown heels over head. The shock must have been tremendous. un' deavoring to ' cut out ' broken save when some cow. but immediately recovered . Seizing her by the neck he suddenly held back with all his force and so threw her heavily to the ground.Lobe ed up a small herd of cattle. uttering a deep roar. which they had selected . Lobo sat apart on a knoll. Away went like the pieces of a bursting the chosen victim. frightened by a fresh onset of the wolves. while Blanca with the rest was ena young cow. but the cattle were standing in a compact mass with their heads outward. Then the cattle scattered bomb. but she was far from being disabled. dashed toward the herd. It was only by taking advantage of these breaks that the wolves had succeeded at all in wounding the selected cow. he position on the and. Lobo also turned a somersault. and it seemed that Lobo his followers.

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But next morning. killed her in a few seconds. why could not some of you have done that at once with" out wasting so much time? The man now rode up as usual retired. quickly poisoned the carcass in three places. after Lobo took no part in the killing having thrown the victim.Lobo himself. The dread of among this great wolf spread yearly the ranchmen. and each year a larger price was set on his head. and shouting. then went away. a Texan ranger named Tannerey came one day galloping up the cafion of the Currumpaw. surely. many a good man has been hunted down for less. on goexpected victims. " Now. he seemed to say. having a bottle of strychnine. He had a superb outfit for wolf-hunting the best . he found all they had carefully cut out and thrown aside those parts that had been poisoned. ing to look for his that. Tempted by the promised reward. and his followers falling on the poor cow. an unparalleled wolf-bounty. until at last it reached $1. although the wolves had eaten the heifer.000. knowing they would return to feed. the wolves he. as they had killed the animal themselves.

but here a play. The part of the wolf-hounds was merely to hold the wolves at bay till the hunter could ride up and shoot them. and soon the great dogs gave joyous tongue to say that they were already on the track of their quarry. and when all they reunited at a distant point of course 26 of . Away they went bravely on their hunt in the gray dawn of a summer morning. Pan-handle. the grizzly band of Cur- rumpaw leaped into view. he and his dogs had killed many a wolf. his range for the rocky cafions of the Currum- paw and its tributaries intersect the prairies in The old wolf at once made every direction.Lobo of guns and horses. old Lobo's scalp would dangle at his saddle-bow. and the chase grew and furious. and a pack of enormous Far out on the plains of the wolf-hounds. tered His band then scatand thereby scattered the dogs. and now he never doubted that. within a few days. for the nearest of these and by crossing it got rid of the horsemen. new feature of the country came into and showed how well Lobo had chosen . and this usually was easy on the open plains of Texas . Within two fast miles.

. with his dogs.'! Tannerey. came galloping up the canon.

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for he believed that Lobo was a veritable firmly 'loup-garou. and on the its last occasion his best horse met death by a the chase in disgust so he gave up . charms. determined to win the promised bounty. But cunningly compounded poisons. two other hunters appeared.Lobo the dogs did not turn up. the ^believed by means of a newly devised poison. Lobo more than ever the despot of the Next year.' and could not be killed by or- with certain dinary means. fall leaving region. only six of them returned. the other a French Canadian. and incantations were all of no avail against this grizzly devastator. two were terribly lacerated. Each he could destroy this noted wolf. and of these. but neither of them was more successful than the first. That night when Tannerey mustered his dogs. This hunter made two other attempts to capture the royal scalp. and the wolves no longer outnumbered. turned on their pursuers and killed or desperately wounded them all. by poison asfirst was to be sisted spells and charms. and went back to Texas. He . which laid out in an entirely new manner .

but laughed at all his poisons and traps." 30 . in despair and In the spring of 1893. pointing to the face of the cliff. and dogs.Lofeo made weekly rounds and daily banquets as aforetime. and had absolute confidence in himself. and continued their ravages as before. "and I couldn't do a thing with him. I was like a fool to him. while Joe vainly racked his brain for some method of smoking them out." said Joe. which seems to show that the big wolf simply scorned his enemies. after his unsuccessful attempt to capture Lobo. his Calone and Laloche gave up went elsewhere to hunt. sheep. within a thousand yards of the house. " There's where he lived all last summer. and before many weeks had passed. Calone' s farm was on a small tributary of the Currumpaw. and rested securely among the recesses of the cavernous cliffs. and among the rocks of this very cation. killed Joe's cattle. But they escaped entirely unscathed. in a picturesque caff on. and season. old lected their Lobo and his mate se- den and raised their family that There they lived all summer. or of reaching them with dynamite. Joe Calone had a humiliating experience.

Some years before. but my occupations since then had been of another sort." It became quite rough country. in this was useless to think of pur- . I spent some time riding about to learn the country. I was much in need of a change. and at intervals.Lobo II THIS boys. I of 1893. and when a friend. gathered so far from the cowfound hard to believe until in the fall made the acquaintance of the wily marauder. who was also a ranch-owner on the Currumpaw. it me that. chaining me to stool and desk. was as soon as possible among the mesas of that region. and at length came to know him more thoroughly than anyone else. I history. and remark. "That's clear to some of his work. I had been a wolf-hunter. eager to make of its king. I could do anything with accepted the invitation the acquaintance and. my guide would point the hide to the skeleton of a cow to which still adhered. asked me to come to New Mexico and try this if I predatory pack. in the Bingo days.

as I rode forth to learn the result. I melted some cheese together with the kidney fat of a freshly killed heifer. there was no combination of strychnine. flesh that I I found that all my efforts had been useless. stewing it in a china dish.Loto suing dients. arsenic. When into lumps. there was no manner of did not try as bait . contained in a capsule that was impermeable by any odor finally I . up with pieces of the cheese the whole process. so that poison or traps were the only available expe- we had no traps large enough. A single instance will show his wonderful sagacity. Acting on the hint of an old trapper. Lobo with hounds and At present horses. that I did not essay . I wore a During 32 . and cutting cut it it with a bone knife to avoid the taint of metal. The old king was too cunning for me. sealed the holes itself. cyanide. I and making a hole in one side of each lump. so I set to work with poison. or prussic acid. the mixture was cool. I need not enter into the details of a hundred devices that I employed to circumvent this ' ' loup-garou . but morning after morning. I inserted a large dose of strychnine and cyanide.

with Lobo in the lead his track was always easily distinguished. With this I a ten-mile circuit. and taking the utmost care. and even avoided breathing on the baits. always. as we were about to heard the deep bass howl of his maOn hearing it one of the boys briefly re- " There he marked. that dinary wolfs forefoot is of a large wolf inches. When all was ready. was 5^ inches 4^ 4^ . we'll see. it was supposed.Lobo pair of gloves steeped in the hot blood of the heifer." The next morning I went forth. and rode forth dragging the liver and kidneys of the beef at the end of a rope. eager to know the result. came into range in the this part of the early part of each week. retire. generally. I put them in a raw-hide bag rubbed all over with blood. made Lobo. from claw to heel I afterward found that his 33 . but Lobo's. I jesty. This was Monday. and passed the latter part. as measured a number of times. dropping a bait at each quarter of a mile. around the base of Sierra Grande. I soon came on the fresh trail of the robbers. is. and that same evening. An or- inches long. not to touch any with my hands.

that also was gone. for he stood three feet high at the shoulder." I exclaimed. but had merely carried them in his mouth. and though I stood in the stirrup and scanned the plain I saw nothing that looked like a dead wolf. How I exulted I surely have him now and perhaps several of his band. therefore. But there was the broad paw-mark still on the drag ." and I galloped on with eager eyes fixed on the great broad track It led me to the second bait and in the dust. and weighed 150 pounds. Then having piled the three on the fourth. there to king-wolfs track led learn that he had not really taken a bait at all. was The pack had soon never difficult to trace. I could see that bait. found the track of my lowed the it. and as usual folLobo had come to it. His trail. first about and finally had picked it Then I could not conceal my delight. " I've got him at last. he that the third 34 .Lot* other proportions were commensurate. though obscured by those of his followers. "I shall find him stark within a mile. up. Again I followed to find now and the bait was gone on to the fourth. sniffed drag.

This is only one of many similar experiences which convinced me that poison would never avail to destroy this robber. At night they are gathered in the able. but they have deeply ingrained in their nature one. it was stampeding and killing sheep. though they rarely ate them. These wolves had at least one pursuit which was merely an amusement. After this he left his business with the pack he guarded so effectively.Lobo scattered filth over for them to express his utter my contempt my drag and went about devices. and 35 . most sheltered place availand a herdsman sleeps on each side of the Sheep are flock to give additional protection. it while awaiting the arrival of was only because it was meanwhile it a sure means of killing many prairie wolves and other destructive vermin. flocks of The sheep are usually kept in from one thousand to three thousand under one or more shepherds. and though I con- tinued to use the traps. such senseless creatures that they are liable to be stampeded by the veriest trifle. About this time there came under my obser- vation an incident that will illustrate Lobo's diabolic cunning.

36 . two Perico shepherds were aroused by an onset of wolves. Their flocks huddled around the goats. so hastily running over the backs of the densely weir. he fell on these leaders. Old Lobo. no common wolf was heading this attack. which being neither fools nor cowards. stood their ground and were bravely defiant . " Have you seen any stray OTO sheep lately?" and usually I was obliged to who asked. and when a night alarm occurs they crowd around them.Lote perhaps only one. and soon had the luckless sheep stampeding in a thousand different directions. But it was not always so. the knew as well as the shepherds that the goats were the moral force of the flock. slew them all in a few minutes. strong weakness. packed sheep. namely. turn to good account by putting half a dozen The latter recoggoats in the flock of sheep. but alas for them. For weeks afterward I was almost daily accosted by some anxious shepherd. nize the superior intelligence of their bearded cousins. One night late in last November. to And this the shepherds follow their leader.wolf. and usually are thus saved from a stampede and are easily protected.

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on the Cedra Monte two days ago. I The second day rode around to inspect. were so carefully He had and although the concealed. and passing on he treated over a dozen traps in the same fashion. he had inone. it was to the effect that I had seen a small ' bunch running on the Malpai Mesa . he had cautiously scratched around it until he had disclosed the trap. the chain. stantly detected the first Stopping the onward march of the pack. and the log. We spared no labor or pains. I could think of that adopted every device might help to insure success. and with worked a whole week to get them out.Lobe " Yes. but Juan Meira saw about twenty. then left them wholly exposed to view with the trap still unsprung. and soon came upon Lobo's trail running from In the dust I could read the trap to trap. trotted along in the darkness. I came on say I had . some five or six carcasses by Diamond Springs. after the traps arrived. " No. Very soon I noticed 39 . freshly killed. his whole story of traps doings that night. " or another. one day it was. ' or again. ' ' At length two men I I properly set the wolf traps arrived.

he slowly and cautiously backed on his own tracks. that he stopped H with a row of traps on each side of the trail. I set the traps in the form of an . and he might have been pursuing his career of rapine to-day. Lobo came trotting along the trail. other failure. his sagacity seemed fault. the Angel of the wild things must have been with him. and although I varied my methods and redoubled my precauhis tions. and one on the trail for the cross-bar of the H. This he did on many other occasions. unassail- 40 . parallel and was fore fairly he detected the single trap in the but he stopped in time. but for an unfortunate alliance that proved his ruin and added his name to the long list of heroes who. I had an opportunity between the to count anlines betrail. that is. never at he was never deceived.Lobo and turned aside as soon as he detected suspicious signs on the trail and a new plan to outwit him at once suggested itself. Then returning at one side he scratched clods and stones with hind feet till he had sprung every trap. but without turning an inch to the right or left. Before long. put- ting each paw exactly in its old track until he was off the dangerous ground. and why or how he knew enough I cannot tell.

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Then cutting off the head. " he said." Then " I the truth dawned I " Now. is know that Blanca a she-wolf. I thought . and I added. and quite beneath it the notice of a wolf. Ill Once or twice. for instance there was clearly the trail of a smaller wolf running ahead of the leader. There were signs of irregularity. upon me. and this I could not understand until the a cowboy made a remark which explained matter. saw them to-day. I set a little apart and around it placed six powerful steel traps proper43 . Lobo would kill him at once. because were a he-wolf to act thus.Lofco able when alone. set one or two rather obvious traps about the carcass. I killed a heifer." and is This suggested a new plan. " and the wild one that breaks away is Blanca. which considered useless offal. I had found indications that everything was not quite right in the Currumpaw pack. have fallen through the indis- cretion of a trusted ally. at times.

Lofco
ly deodorized
care.

and concealed with the utmost

During my operations I kept my hands, boots, and implements smeared with fresh blood, and afterward sprinkled the ground with the same, as though it had flowed from the head ;

and when the

traps

were buried in the dust

I

brushed the place over with the skin of a coyote, and with a foot of the same animal made a

number of
was
between
sage I
it

tracks over the

traps.

The head

so placed that there

was a narrow passage some tussocks, and in this pasand

buried two of

my

best traps, fastening

them to the head itself. Wolves have a habit of approaching every carcass they get the wind of, in order to examine it, even when they have no intention of eating of it, and I hoped that this habit would
bring the
latest

Currumpaw pack within reach of my I did not doubt that Lobo stratagem.

would detect my handiwork about the meat, and prevent the pack approaching it, but I did
build

some hopes on the head,
it

for

it

looked as

though
traps,

had been thrown aside

as useless.

Next morning, I sallied forth to inspect the and there, oh, joy were the tracks of
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Lobo
the

pack, and the place where the beef-head
its

had been was empty. A hasty study of the trail showed that Lobo had kept the pack from approaching the meat, but one, a small wolf, had evidently gone on to examine and
traps

t

the head as

it

lay apart

and had walked right
and within a mile

into one of the traps.

We set

out on the

trail,

discovered that the hapless wolf was Blanca. Away she went, however, at a gallop, and al-

though encumbered by the beef-head, which

weighed over
tanced

fifty

pounds, she speedily
foot.

dis-

my

companion who was on

But

we overtook her when she reached the rocks, for the horns of the cow's head became caught
and held her fast. She was the handsomest Her coat was in perfect wolf I had ever seen. condition and nearly white.
She turned
to fight,

and raising her voice
t

in the rallying cry of her race, sent a long

howl rolling over the cafion. From far away upon the mesa came a deep response, the cry of Old Lobo. That was her last call, for now we had closed in on her, and all her energy and
breath were devoted to combat.
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Then
followed the inevitable tragedy, the I shrank from afterward more

idea of which

than at the time.
the neck of the

We

each threw a lasso over
wolf,

doomed

and strained our
eyes glazed, her

horses in opposite directions until the blood

burst from her mouth,

her
fell

limbs stiffened and then

limp.

Homeward

then

we

rode, carrying the dead wolf, and exfirst death-blow we had on the Currumpaw pack. during the tragedy, and afterward

ulting over this, the

been able to

inflict

At
as

intervals

we rode homeward, we heard Lobo as he wandered about on

the roar of
the distant

mesas, where he seemed to be searching for Blanca. He had never really deserted her, but

knowing

that

he could not save her,

his deep-

rooted dread of firearms had been too

much

for

him when he saw us approaching. All that day we heard him wailing as he roamed in his quest, and I remarked at length to one of the boys, " Now, indeed, I truly know that Blanca was
his

mate."
fell

As evening ard the home
tinually

caflon, for his voice

he seemed to be coming towsounded con-

nearer.

There was an unmistakable
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Lofco
it now. It was no longer the loud, defiant howl, but a long, plaintive wail ;

note of sorrow in

" Blanca Blanca " he seemed to call. And as night came down, I noticed that he was not far from the place where we had overtaken her. At length he seemed to find the trail, and when he came to the spot where we had killed her,
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his heart-broken wailing
It

was piteous to hear.

was sadder than

lieved.

could possibly have beEven the stolid cowboys noticed it,
I
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and said they had " never heard a wolf carry on like that before. He seemed to know exwhat had taken place, for her blood had actly
stained the place of her death.

Then he took up
followed
it

the

trail

of the horses and

to the ranch-house.

Whether

in

hopes of finding her there, or in quest of revenge, I know not, but the latter was what he
found, for he surprised our unfortunate watchdog outside and tore him to little bits within fifty

yards of the door.
this time, for I

He

evidently
trail

came alone

next mornand he had galloped about in a reckless ing, manner that was very unusual with him. I had

found but one

half expected this,

and had
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set a

number of ad-

Lofco
ditional traps about the pasture.

Afterward I
into one of

found that he had indeed
these, but

fallen

such was his strength, he had torn
it

himself loose and cast
I

aside.

believed that

he would continue in the
at least,
this
left

neighborhood until he found her body
so I concentrated
all

my

energies

on

one
the

enterprise of catching

him

before he
reckless
I

region,

Then

I

and while yet in this realized what a mistake

mood.
I

had made in
as a

by using her might have secured him the next
killing Blanca, for
I

decoy

night.

gathered in

all

the traps I could

command,

one hundred and thirty strong steel wolf-traps, and set them in fours in every trail that led into
the canon
;

each trap was separately fastened to

In a log, and each log was separately buried. burying them, I carefully removed the sod and every particle of earth that was lifted
in blankets, so that after the sod

we put

was replaced and all was finished the eye could detect no trace When the traps were of human handiwork.
concealed I trailed the body of poor Blanca over each place, and made of it a drag that
circled all about the ranch,

and

finally I

took

48

Lofco
off

one of her paws and made with it a line of Every precaution and device known to me I used, and retired at a late
tracks over each trap.
result.

hour to await the

the night I thought I heard Old Lobo, but was not sure of it. Next day I rode around, but darkness came on before I completed

Once during

the circuit of the north canon, and I had noth-

ing to report.
said,

At supper one of the cowboys " There was a great row among the cattle
' '

is

canon this morning, maybe there It was aftersomething in the traps there. noon of the next day before I got to the place rein the north
ferred to,

and

as I

drew near a great grizzly form

arose from the ground, vainly endeavoring to escape, and there revealed before me stood Lobo,

King
traps.

of the

Currumpaw, firmly held in the Poor old hero, he had never ceased to

search for his darling, and when he found the trail her body had made he followed it recklessly,

and so

fell

into the snare prepared for him.

There he lay in the iron grasp of all four traps, perfectly helpless, and all around him were numerous tracks showing how the
ered about
cattle

had gath-

him to insult the fallen despot, without
49

Lofco
daring to approach within his reach.

For two and two nights he had lain there, and now days was worn out with struggling. Yet, when I went near him, he rose up with bristling mane and raised his voice, and for the last time made the
his

canon reverberate with

for help, the muster call of his band.

deep bass roar, a call But there
left

was none to answer him, and,

alone in his

extremity, he whirled about with all his strength and made a desperate effort to get at me. All

in vain, each trap was a dead drag of over three

hundred pounds, and

in their relentless fourfold

grasp, with great steel jaws

on every

foot,

and the

heavy logs and chains all entangled together, he was absolutely powerless. How his huge ivory tusks did grind on those cruel chains, and

when

I ventured to

touch him with

my

rifle-

barrel he left grooves
this day.

on

it

which are there to

His eyes glared green with hate and his jaws snapped with a hollow chop,' as he vainly endeavored to reach me and my trembling horse. But he was worn
fury,
*

and

out with hunger and struggling and blood, and he soon sank exhausted

loss

of
the

to

ground.
50

But not so he was yet from being subdued. Of course I I had my rifle as a last resource. it whistling far over his head. Yet before the eyes. had died from will not kill his fierce " Stay. before the supple coils had fallen on his neck he seized the noose and. cut through its hard thick strands. him that which so law- many had suffered at his hands. let us take him alive to the camp. I cried. in a few minutes you will be but a It great load of carrion. we him ." that it He was so completely powerless now was easy to . with one fierce chop.' ' Then I swung my lasso and sent fast .Lofe Something like as I prepared to deal out to compunction came over me. so I galloped back to the camp and returned with a fresh lasso. lassoes We threw to our seized in his victim a stick of wood which he and before he could relinquish it our whistled through the air and tightened light on his neck. and dropped it in two pieces at his feet. hero of a thousand less raids. cowboy and a teeth. " Grand old outlaw. but did not wish to spoil his royal hide. and. cannot be otherwise.

Lot* put a stout stick through his mouth. do as you please with me. and the cord kept the stick As soon as he felt his in so he was harmless. we reached the ranch in safety. jaws were tied he made no further resistance. you have got me at And from that last. The stick kept the cord in. " Well. and the rocks cut off the view. nor turned his head. Then with our united strength were just able to put him on as my horse. and his eyes were bright and clear again. behind his tusks. ' ' We tied his feet securely. his passing kingdom. Afar on the great rolling mesas they were fixed. And he gazed till the pony descended the pathway into the canon. time he took no more notice of us. where his famous band was now scattered. nor growled. we staked him out in the pasture and removed the cords. Then for the first By travelling slowly 52 . and after securing him with a collar and a strong chain. but looked calmly at us and seemed to say. but did not rest on us. and uttered no sound. His breath came evenly though sleeping. but he never groaned. and then lash his jaws with a heavy cord which was also fastened to the stick.

collar of gold about his neck. all die. and prepared for them. he would never call again. and proved is vulgar report when a living He had not a hero or tyrant is concerned. gazing fixedly across the I expected he would up his band when night came. of a broken heart . and who will 53 . A lion shorn of his strength. but he had called once in his extremity. but he paid no heed.Loto time I how unreliable could examine him closely. over the open plains his plains nor moved a muscle when I touched him. and none had come. it is said. But I did find on one haunch a great broad scar. still When call the sun went down he was prairie. that tradition says leader was the fang-mark of Juno. an eagle robbed of his freedom. He lay calmly on his breast. or a dove bereft of his mate. meat and water beside him. the a mark of Tannerey's wolf-hounds which she gave him the moment before he stretched her lifeless I set on the sand of the canon. and gazed with those steadfast yellow eyes away past me down through the gateway of the canon. nor was there on his shoulders an inverted cross to denote that he had leagued himself with Satan.

a cowboy helped me to carry him to the shed where lay the remains of Blanca.Lot* aver that this grim bandit could bear the tnreeThis only I know. I took the chain from his neck. fold brunt. heart-whole? that when still the morning dawned. he was lying in his position of calm repose. you would come again. and as we laid him beside her. now you are together 54 ." to her. his his spirit there body unwounded. the cattle-man exclaimed: "There. but was gone the old King-wolf was dead.

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Silverspot The tf Story of a Crow 2" .

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59 .uld 7 say. -usually i&-4tkiiO'w UIIL. or to have one in a cage. but to really know it for a long time while it is wild. who is. and if he is bigger.Silverspot The Story of a Crow r OW many of us have ever got to know a wild animal? I do not mean merely to meet with one once or twice.cii'iUuie fiom his fellow> One fox or crow is so much like another that Trm trouble we cannot be sure that it really is the same But once in awhile there next time we meet. and to get an insight into its life and history. ^ as we Jfl _o. arises an animal who is stronger or wiser than his fellow. a genius. who becomes a great leader.

that killed a cow every day for years. the lame grizzly bear that left such a terrific record in the San Joaquin Valley of California New five . and the Sconce panther that in less than two //ears killed nearly three hundred human beings and such also was Silverspot. whose history. and put together the parts of his history that came to my knowledge. stuck on his right side. far that OKthis class were Courtant. his the silvery white spot that was like a nickel. Lobo. and shows us that the life of a wild animal may be of more interesting and exciting than many human beings. between the eye and the bill. and it was name was given because of owing to this spot that I was able to know him from the other crows. 60 . the bojMrailed wolf thafcHerrorized the whole city of Paris for about ten ye^cs in the beginning of the fourteenth century . the king-wolf of Mexico. he soon becomes famous in his country.Silvcrspot or has some mark by which men can know him. I shall Silvcrapbt was simply a Wise old crow . Clubfoot. so far as I could learn it.

Silverspot. .

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our most inWise as an old crow did ' ' not become a saying without good reason. but also the strongest and bravest. The file rank and are the youngsters gifts. always at war. and the crows without special of crows that Old Silverspot was the leader of a large band headquarters near Toronto. and their for reasons that I never crease. This band numbered about two hundred. But each year in the last week of February followers Old Silverspot cross would muster his and boldly the forty miles of 63 . in Castle Frank. for crows are al- ways on duty. Their leaders not only are the oldest and wisest of the band.Silverspot Crows telligent are. and always dependent on each other for life and safety. made understood did not in- In mild winters they stayed along the Niagara River . in cold winters they went much farther south. as birds you must know. which is a pine-clad hill on the northeast edge of the city. for they force to put must be ready at any time with sheer down an upstart or a rebel. as very much better than some in fact. Canada. Crows know the value of organization. and are well drilled as soldiers soldiers.

Who led the On calm mornings away. went northwestward up the ravine. Each morning thereafter the crows set out in three bands to forage. but an old resident said to me then " that there old this ravine crow has been a-flying up and down for more than twenty years. but always in a curve to the west. whereby he kept in sight of the familiar land- mark of Dundas Mountain. lies between Toronto and Ni- not. My I windows overlooked the that in 1885 I first and it was thus noticed this old crow. in a straight line would agara he go. One band went southeast to Ash bridge's Bay. and Silverspot doggedly clinging to the old route. and for about six weeks took up his abode on the hill. and followed the ravine for shelter. One went north up the Don. until the pine-clad Each year he came hill itself came in view." My chances to watch were in the ravine. was a new-comer in the neighborhood. however. they flew high and straight But when it was windy the band ravine.Silverspot open water that . flew low. The last Silverspot led in person. though now it 64 V v v"^ ^^^rV . others I never found out. and one. with his troop. the largest.

then again in the late summer and the fall. They were flying very low to be out of the wind. tented 'All's well. and gave me chances to see his movements. straggling troop. came flying down homeHalf a mile away I could hear the conward. and hear his orders to his bands. became a very familiar acquaintance. heading his long. as we J Caw tenant echoed it at Caw it. are of great wit. and 65 . One windy day I stood on the high bridge across the ravine. and in some is better carried out than our own. i. come right along!' No. opened my that the crows. as the old crow. little by little. or as he put and as also his lieu- the rear of the band. Twice each day in March and part of April. he passed and repassed. a race of birds with a language and a social system that is wonderfully human in many of its chief points. though a little eyes to the fact people.SJlverspot was edged with houses and spanned by bridges. should say. and so.

Silverspot would have to rise a little to clear the bridge on which I was. and his followers in turn did the same. out. when as Next day was at the same place. walking stick The old fellow at once rose fifty feet higher my Danger / and No. he I But on the third day 66 . and as I was closely watching him he He checked his flight and called didn't like it. ' Be n _ Caw I on your guard. ' or and rose much higher in the air. dipping again to the old level past the bridge. and the crows came near I raised and pointed cried out ' it at them. ventured to Seeing that fly over. it was not a gun. Ca than before. Then seeing that I was not armed he flew over my head about twenty feet. Silverspot saw me standing there. 3.

and so passed safely over. 5. other time. 1 His lieutenant re- 4. The stayed leader cried out. were massed in a solid body. till far above gun shot. cacacaca peated the cry. Caw began to they were and every crow in the troop tower and scatter from the rest. Hawk. as did until all Caw each crow on nearing him. ' Great no longer 67 . Great danger a gun. Then.Silvcrspor took with ' me a gun. as the long. ftep Caw his flight. But a quarter of a mile farther on a man with a gun appeared below. hawk. No. coming down again to the shelter Anof the valley when well beyond reach. and at once he cried out. fearing the hawk. and the cry.' and No. they passed on. a red-tailed hawk alighted on a tree close by their ' intended route. straggling troop came down the valley.

No. and this again is a mere good day. far away s Caw Caw . ger.' to a No. cacacaca is whose root idea dan- and of No. 4. No. and found that sometimes a very little difference in the sound makes a Thus while very great difference in meaning. Caw 5. 6. 7. a gun . ' evidently a Caw combination of No. dangerous bird. 8. this rf means ' wheel around. whose root idea is l retreat. 5 means hawk. ' cacacaca till Caw Many others far beyond range. scatter for your lives. of his words of command I learned in the course of my long acquaintance. at once caused them to scatter widely and tower No. or any large.Silvefspot danger a gun.

10.Silverspot comrade. Early in April there began to be great doings among excitement seemed the crows. Sometimes raise every and coming close to another would gur- gle out a long note like No. to Some new cause of have come on them. in- They spent half the day among the stead of foraging from dawn till dark. and to turn at a hairbreadth height toward before touching just in the air and rebound so fast that the wings of the swooper whirred 4 with a sound like distant thunder. and from time to time they showed feats of flight. g. C-r-r-r-a-w . No. pines. Pairs and trios might be seen chasing each other. one crow would lower his head. off in various A favorite sport was to dart down suddenly from it a great some perching crow. This is ' usually addressed ' to the ranks and means attention. feather.

And they must have April been highly appreciated. and. for by the middle of all had mated and had scattered over the country for their honeymoon. excepting that I had once shot a black squirrel on its edge. There it was year after year. a quarter of a mile off. with those of Castle Frank. Every Toronto school-boy knows the nest.Sflvcrspot What did it all mean? I soon learned. old. stealing gently through the woods. One morning and in May I 70 was out at gray dawn. no one had ever seen a sign of life about it. The males were showing off their wing powers and their voices to the lady crows. whose . strange to that time it in all never did drop to pieces. Yet. ragged and falling to pieces. pine-tree in whose top is a deserted hawk's is a nest. and tell. like other old nests. between the two hills. They were making love and pairing off. In the woods. leaving the sombre old pines of Castle Frank deserted and silent. II The Sugar Loaf hill stands alone in the Don It is still covered with woods that join Valley.

After a minute he picked up the white thing a shell and walked over past the spring. and the secret was out. and looking about gave me a chance to recognize my old friend Silverspot. never surprised the old fellow again. and was surprised to see a black tail sticking over the I struck the tree a smart blow. Silverspot theirs. He Valley with something white in his flew to the mouth of the Rosedale Brook. off flew edge. One day while watching I saw a crow crossing the Don beak. Here they had nested for long. I had long suspected that a pair of crows nested each year about the pines. The old nest was and they were too wise to give it an air of spring-cleaning and housekeeping each year. though I several times saw him through my telescope.Silverspot dead leaves were so wet that no rustle was made. and here. but now I realized that it was and his wife. though guns in the hands of men and boys hungry to shoot crows were carried under their I home every day. then took a short flight to the Beaver Elm. among the docks and the skunk-cabbages. a crow. There he dropped the white object. he unearthed a pile of 7* . I chanced to pass under the old nest.

his weakness. and at . toyed with them and gloated over them like a miser. where knew. or a girl why she prefers pearls to rubies . which must have been the gem al the collection. but his pleasure in them was very real. He could not have explained why he enjoyed them. and after half an hour he covered them all. sparrowhawk. nestled on them as though they were eggs. lifted them one by one in his beak. and often he was chased and 72 . This was his hobby. with earth and leaves. and some bits of tin. Silverspot knew that I treasures. shiny things. turned them over. in- cluding the flew off. He spread them out in the sun. once to the spot and exthere was about a hatful in chiefly white pebbles. During the space that I watched him so closely he had many little adventures and He was once severely handled by a escapes. I went amined the hoard all. I never and he removed them at had found his once . new one. any more than a boy can explain why he collects postage-stamps. but there was also the handle of a china cup. dropped them. That was the last time I saw them.Silvcrspot shells and other white. clam-shells.

The handle of a china-cup. the gem of the ^collection. .

i~ .

too. the bread fell from his bill. then. he flew to the downstream end of the tunnel. as he flew over the open water just above this.Sflverspot Not that these did him worried by kingbirds. But is we must not judge him for that. as it just in the barn- flay I His quickness of wit was often shown. peered vainly into the dark cavern. and. There was one part of two hundred yards quite finished. and awaiting the reappearance of the floating bread. had some cruel tricks. acting upon a happy thought. One saw him flying down the ravine with a of bread in his bill. but they were such noisy pests that he avoided their possible. as it was swept 75 . much harm. as regularly as a doctor visiting his patients. just as a company as quickly as grown man avoids a conflict He with a noisy and impudent small boy. He had a way of going the round of the small birds' nests each morning to eat the new laid eggs. sight into and was swept by the current out of He flew down and the tunnel. large piece The stream below him was at this time being bricked over as a sewer. what we ourselves do to the hens yard.

He a was truly a successful crow. whom they nearly equal in size. In the raised a full He lived in of dangers. soft wings. unrepaired brood each year with I whom. and here they begin their schooling and are taught all the secrets of success in crow life. it Silverspot was a crow of the world.Silvcrspot onward by the current. chief. abounded nest he his wife. and introduced to society at the old pine woods t a woods that is at once their fortress and col Here they find security in numbers and lege. The first week or two It after their arrival spent for by the young ones in getting acquainted. never could distinguish. he seized and bore off in triumph. each crow must know 76 personally all the . and by the way. and in crow life the least failure does not simply mean begin is means death. though with food. and falsetto voices are brought by The reassembling of June their parents. region that. when their the crows again gathered together he was acknowledged takes place about the end the young crows with their bob-tails. in lofty yet sheltered perches. old. again.

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Each morning witty. But it is all for their good. for must be extremely is there a company the young ones naturally drop into two or three squads according to their age and The rest of the day they forage with strength. for now the youngsters are able to feed themselves and roost on a branch in a row. At this time the old crows are usually irritable and nervous. but it does not stop them from be- ginning to drill the youngsters. drill. When at length great change. just like big folks. who. have time to rest a little after Their parents meanwhile the work of rais- ing them. judging by it way they receive it. as the old lady said when she skinned the eels.Silvcrspot others in the band. In a week or two the moulting season comes. of course. their parents. cannot guess. and old Silverspot is an excellent teacher. 79 The delicate blue . The September comes we find a rabble of silly little crows have begun to learn sense. Some- times he seems to What he the says I make a speech to them. but. do not much enjoy the punishment and nagging they get so soon after they have been mamma's own darlings.

and six. They know the smell of gunpowder and the south side of a hemlock-tree. They know how to worry a fox into giving up half his dinner. the sign of a fool-crow. to and begin plume themselves upon being crows of the world. much larger. young crows know 80 All these things but they have taken . a fat They know less that old farmer's wife is much dangerous. They have been taught guns and traps and taken a special course in wire-worms and greencorn. for impossible to fight the little pests as it is for the fat apple-woman to catch the small boys who have do the raided her basket. . and also that when the kingbird or the purple martin assails it is as them they must dash into a bush. that an umbrella is not a gun.Silverspot iris of their eyes. has given place to the dark brown eye of the old They know their drill now and have stager. to be sure neatly done. they can count up to which is fair for young crows. learned sentry duty. though Silverspot can go up nearly to thirty. They always fold their wings three times that it is after alighting. though so son. tell than her fifteen-year-old and they can They know the boy from his sister.

for it is not the season. Even old Silverspot. He has hammered away at drill. and they don't know a thing about travel. and have never tasted horses' eyes. and now it is a pleasure to see them in the early morning. They are unacquainted with clams. 81 . They did not think of that two months ago. the greatest educator of all. teaching them all the signals and words of command in use. and the youngsters. ' in Company i ! the old chieftain would cry crow. but have learned to wait till their betters are ready. crows. the strict teacher. and with it their tempers are improved. who have long ago learned to respect him.Silvcrspot no lessons in egg-hunting yet. are September sees a great change in the old Their moulting is over. they would straight forward. becomes quite jolly. They now in full feather again and proud of their handsome coats. or seen sprouted corn. all fly 'Fly!' and himself leading them. and Company i would answer with a ' great clamor. Their health is again good. begin really to love him. too. and since then they have thought of it.

Rather hard on them 82 it seems to . returned to the A Once be- hind these. A minute ' man or two later Silverspot would cry out. while two of the permanent senone on a tree to the right. all black 'Scatter!' and they spread out like leaves before the wind. ' ' The sentries repeated the cry with a gun ! and the company flew at once in open order as quickly as possible toward the trees. ' Forage ! and they alighted and scattered about to feed. tries mounted duty the other on a mound to the far left. Sentry duty is not taken in turn by all the crows. and are expected to watch and forage at the same time. they formed line again in safety and home pines. all long line of ordinary ' Descend!' and they dropped nearly to the ground.Silverspot ' Mount!' and ' straight upward they turned massed into a dense in a moment. ' Bunch / and they flock. but a certain number whose watchfulness has been often proved are the perpetual sentries. ' Form line ! ' and they strung out into the flight.

come together is a The distant woful thing for the sable birds. is but it admitted by works well and the crow organization all birds to be the very best in existence. 83 . new landmarks and new kinds of food. and having one or both of his eyes frozen. so that blindness followed and therefore death. hoot of an owl after dark is enough to make them withdraw their heads from under their sit trembling and miserable till In very cold weather the exposure morning. When. of their faces thus has often resulted in a crow wings. Finally. each November sees the troop sail away southward to learn new modes of life.Silvcrspot us. that terrifies There the crow. is a fool. Ill There and that is is only one time when a crow at night. and these is only one bird it that is the owl. are There no hospitals for sick crows. under the guidance of the ever-wise Silverspot. therefore.

Silvcrspot But with the morning their courage comes ransack again. there. The murderer hung about the scene of his crime. in passing again by the place. Strange to tell. in a tree. the trail and presently saw a drop of blood on the snow. I I followed could see no track of the pursuer. later. and if they do not half to death worry him kill him they at least and drive him twenty miles away. Then all was clear a horned owl. tle In 1893 the crows had come as usual to CasI was walking in these woods a few Frank. still . What had killed him was a mystery until a careful search showed in the snow a great double- toed track and a beautifully pencilled brown feather. For once circumstantial evidence had not lied. and arousing themselves they for a mile around till they find that the woods owl. and a little farther on found the part- ly devoured remains of a little brown bunny. days afterward when I chanced upon the track of a rabbit that had been running at full speed over the snow and dodging about among the trees as though pursued. Half an hour his victim. within ten feet of the bones of was the fierce -eyed owl himself.

Sflverspot

At my approach he gave a guttural grrr-oo* and flew off with low flagging flight to haunt
'

the distant sombre woods.

Two days afterward, at dawn,
uproar
see,

there was a great

among
I

the crows.

I

went out early to

and found some black

feathers drifting over

the snow.
tion from

followed up the wind in the direc-

which they came and soon saw the

bloody remains of a crow and the great doubletoed track which again told me that the murderer was the owl.
struggle, but the fell destroyer

All around were signs of the was too strong.

The poor crow had been dragged from his perch at night, when the darkness had put him at a
hopeless disadvantage. I turned over the remains, and

by chance

unburied the head
clamation of sorrow.

then started with an exAlas
!

It

was the head

His long life of usefulness of old Silverspot. slain at last by the owl to his tribe was over
that he

had taught so many hundreds of young
of.

crows to beware

The
now.

old nest

on the Sugar Loaf is abandoned

The crows still come in spring-time to Castle Frank, but without their famous leader

Silverspot
their

numbers are dwindling, and soon they will be seen no more about the old pine-grove in which they and their forefathers had lived and
learned for ages.

t/C/D*

Raggylug The Story of a
Cottontail Rabbit

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in a hundred different ways. was cottontail rabbit. whisker- by a system of sounds. was given him from his a life-mark that he got He lived with his mother I in Olifant's swamp.Raggylug The Story of a Cottontail Rabbit the RAGGYLUG. but those who have lived so near them as to know somewhat of think so. scents. 93 . their ways and their minds will not stand Truly rabbits have no speech as we underit. first adventure. or Rag. but they have a way of conveying ideas signs. the little bits of proof and scraps of truth that at length enabled me to write this history. It name of a young in his torn and ragged ear. Those who do not know the animals well may think I have humanized them. where made their acquaint- ance and gathered.

nothing that they did not say.' Though tucked in bed. as always. he was wide awake and his bright eyes were 94 . and. / repeat The rank swamp cealed the snug nest grass bent over and con- had hidden him. and it must be remembered that though in telling this story I freely translate from rabbit into English. with some of the bedding. her last warning was to lay low and say nothing. ' where Raggylug's mother She had partly covered him whatever happens. and example that answers the purpose of speech .touches. movements.

were loudly beeach other for stealing. little A green world that bltiejay and a red- two notorious thieves. but that was understood to be in case of danger. there was no patter of whole life feet with it. continuous sound. squirrel. and this strange sound without footfalls could not be anything to fear. the right. a yellow warbler caught a blue butterfly but six inches from his nose. took a long walk up one grassbkde. and though it went this way and that way and came ever nearer. After a while he heard a strange rustling of It the leaves in the near thicket. The low then to rasping went past close at hand. Rag had lived his Swamp (he was three weeks and yet had never heard anything like old) this. and at one time rating Rag's home bush was the centre of their fight. and across the nest and over face Rag's and yet he never moved nor even winked.taking in that part of his was straight above. then back. was an odd. and a scarlet and black ladybug. down another. Of course his curiosity was greatly in the aroused. His mother had cautioned him to lay low. serenely waving her knobbed feelers. and seemed going 95 .

ceased as soon as he moved. " Mam-my Mam-my. it was his duty to learn what it was. helpless little Molly from a shadow the : mother's love was strong in her.away. lifted his little round head above the covering of his nest and peeped out into the woods. " Mammy. The sound had He saw nothing. he wasn't a baby . No longer Cottontail. Rag felt he knew what he was about . but bounding through the woods straight as an arrow came Mammy. in mortal terror as With all the strength of his tiny limbs he tried to run. Very soon the little one's cry would have ceased. and instantly found himself face to face with an enormous Black Serpent. He slowly raised his roly-poly fluffy body on his short legs." he screamed the monster darted at him." gasped poor little Raggylug as the cruel monster began slowly choking him to death. 96 The cry of . flash the But in a Snake had him by one ear and whipped coils around him with his helpless little to gloat over the for baby bunny he had secured dinner. so took one step forward to a clear view. ready to fly a shy.

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her with the courage of a she went over that horrible hop. Things were now looking bad for the Snake . but unhurt save that his left ear was much torn by the teeth of that dreadful Serpent. she struck down at him with filled her sharp hind claws as she passed. " loathsome reptile go the little one's ear one as she leaped over.her baby had hero. and reptile. coils who at once wriggled out of the and away into the underbrush. he lost his tight hold on Baby Bunny. breathless and terribly frightened. and bracing himself for the next charge. But all he got was a mouthful of wool each time. Away she went into the woods and the little 99 . and Molly's fierce blows began to tell. giving him such a stinging blow that he squirmed with pain and hissed with anger." came feebly from the little And Mammy came leaping again and again and struck harder and fiercer until the one. Molly now had gained all she wanted. M-a-m-m-y. She had no notion of fighting for glory or revenge. Whack. let and tried to bite the old as long bloody rips were torn in the Black Snake's scaly armor.

trunked young air pines whose living needles in and dead ones on earth offer so delicious an odor to the nostrils of the passer-by. The land about the pond was of that willowgrown sedgy kind that cats and horses avoid. The drier zones but that cattle do not fear.Raggylug one followed the shining beacon of her snowwhite the tail until she led him to a safe corner of Swamp. with a marshy few and a stream through the middle. All around fields. in it The outermost was of thrifty. belt of all. gummy . long way were smooth and the only wild tracks that ever crossed for a 100 . pond remnants of the old forest still stood ragged Olifant's tract of Old Swamp was A and a few of the still older trunks were lying about as dead logs in the brushwood. were overgrown with briars and young trees. and so deadly a breath to those seedlings that would compete with them for the worthless waste they grow on. that next the fields. brambly second-growth woods. II a rough.

The second It lesson he learned was freeze. and here they lived tofar gether. for the creatures of the woods are of the same color as the things in the woods and catch the eye only while moving. So when 101 . Their nearest neighbors were away. The chief indwellers of the swamp were Molly and Rag. turning as he finds a foe near. ' ' Rag was taught Freezing is into a statue.these fields were those of a thoroughly bad and unscrupulous fox that lived only too near. and as soon as he could run. Rag never forgot that lesson . mother and gave him The first thing he ' teamed was to lay low and say nothing. made a his success in Molly was a good careful ' little bringing up.' it grows out of the first. and other things it made * the come more easily. This was their home. His adventure with the snake taught him the wisdom of this. and their nearest kin were dead. doing. As soon is simply doing nothing. and here Rag received the training that life. a well-trained Cot- no matter what he tontail keeps just as he is and stops all move- ment. afterward he did as he was told.

102 . But the best lesson of It is all that Rag learned from his mother was the secret of the Brierbrush. Rag's mother taught him this trick by example. When the white cotton cushion that she always carried to sit on went bobbing away through the woods. a very old secret now. of course Rag ran his hardest to keep up. who live in the woods know the importance of this. But when Molly stopped and 'froze/ the natural wish to copy made him do the same. but not one of them can beat Molly Cottontail in the doing. all learn to do it well. the one who first sees the other can keep himself unseen by ' freez* ing and thus have all the advantage of choos- Only those ing the time for attack or escape.enemies chance together. and to make it you must first hear why the Brierbrush plain quarrelled with the beasts. must learn every wild creature and every hunter it .

Long ago the Roses used grow on bushes that had no thorns. or hoofs. war on all creatures that climbed or had horns. the Possum would twitch them off with his long tail. the Cattle used to knock them off with their horns. and had scarcely any tail at all. or long tails. would So the Brierbrush down. hoofless. itself with spikes to protect its roses armed and declared eternal trees. In truth Brierrose. the Cottontail had never harmed a and having now so many enemies ship. the Rose took the Rabbit into especial friendand when dangers are threatening poor Bunny he flies to the nearest Brierbrush. This left the Brierbrush at peace with none but Molly Cottontail. But the Squirrels and Mice used to to climb after them. who could not climb. and 103 . was hornless. and \\ break them the Deer. ceris tain that it poisoned daggers ready with a million keen to defend him. with his sharp hoofs.

not long since the foes of the Cotton. And Rag learned them so well that he could Much two different briers at It is tails go all around the swamp by ways and never leave the friendly any place for more than five hops.So the was. cattle and sheep. for nothing. ' secret that Rag learned from his mother The Brierbush is your best friend/ of the time that season was spent in the lay of the land. more safe country there is for the And is the name of this new and dreaded bramble the barbed-wire fence. and the bramble learning and brier mazes. and even man himself might be torn by those fearful spikes: but Molly understands it and lives and thrives under it. It was so strong that no creatures could break it down. And the further it spreads the Cottontail. 104 . were disgusted to find that man had brought a new kind of bramble and planted it in long lines throughout the country. and so sharp that the toughest skin was torn by it. Each year there was more of it and each year it became a more serious matter to the wild creatures. But Molly Cottontail had no fear of it. She was not brought up in the briers Dogs and foxes.

too. his ears with his claws and to dress his coat and to bite the burrs out of his vest and He learned. thicket he Close by her side in the clover-field or the would sit and copy her when she * wobbled her nose to keep her smeller clear.' and pull the bite from her mouth or taste her lips to make sure he was getting the same kind of fodder. and so equipped him with the knowledge that makes life possible to their kind. little by putting into his mind hundreds of ideas that her own life or early training had stored in hers. to train Day by day she worked little him . and what him busy learning the to eat and drink she taught him. and he had uncommonly good chances . All the season she kept tricks of the trail. so he got on remarkably well. Still copying her. He was unusually quick and bright as well as strong.Raggylug III Molly had no other children to look after now. that nothing but clear 105 . he learned to comb socks. so Rag had all her care. and what not to touch.

and so might hear this same thump at two hundred yards. Rabbits have very keen hearing. a sure sign that no dangerous foe was a new study. a thump that at six from the earth not heard at twenty yards near the ground. his as Rag was big enough to go out mother taught him the signal code. A single thump means * look out ' ' or ' freeze. and that would reach from end to end of Olifant's Swamp. carries far is . as water which has once touched the earth must surely bear some taint. alone. Along the As soon ground sound feet will. and a very time. by her ears. Rag began 106 .Raggylug dewdrops from the briers were fit for a rabbit to drink. be heard at least one hundred yards.' At another when and the bluejays were quarrelling among themselves. Molly. Thus he the study of woodcraft. means run for dear life. the oldest of all began sciences. Then flattening about. gave the sign to squat. ' ' A fast thump thump means thump thump thump the weather was fine danger ' . ' A fast slow thump thump means * come. Rabbits telegraph each other by thumping on the ground with their hind feet.

his after life.' and 'squat. and he was 'sand. he know trail and found her where she Thus he got his first lesson in trailing. but he knew just how to play 'barb-wire.track ' he had made a special study of .' 'dodge. He but got no reply. which burns up all scent.' which is a new trick of the brilliant order He ' and baulk ' with ' back.' Rag out at a run to the place but could not find Molly. Before that first season of schooling was over he had learnt all the principal tricks by which a rabbit lives and in not a few problems showed himself a veritable genius. and thus it was that the games of hide and seek they played became the schooling for the serious chase of which there was so much in worked out the was hidden.' 107 . Setting carefully about his search he found her foot-scent and following this strange guide.' he could play 'log-lump. was an adept at 'tree. He had not scarcely yet tried it. that the beasts all so well and man does not know at all.she ran far away in the thicket ' and gave the set thumping signal for come. thumped.' with 'wind' so well that he needed any other tricks.

For hawks. owls. and yet he never forgot ' that ' lay-low is the beginning of all wisdom and safe. said Molly . but nothing escapes him. cats. he is honest . mind harming you can trust him. weasels. and a thief all the time." 106 . a marplot. foxes. skunks. and though the bluejay often tells lies for mischief you are safe to believe him when he brings ill news. is a mischief-maker. ' brierbush ' the only trick that is always He all his foes was taught the signs by which to know and then the way to baffle them. ' ' " Never ' ( he neglect the bluejay 's warning. and men. coons. minks. hounds.deeply versed in 'change-off. each have a different plan of pursuit.' which is a trick ' 1 requiring longer notice. and his enemies are ours. curs.' and ' double as well as * hole-up. He wouldn't but he cannot. thanks to the briers. so it is well to heed him. 'fence. And for he learnt to knowledge of the enemy's approach depend first on himself and his mother. but he is a fool beside the bluejay. If the woodpecker cries a warning us. and for each and all of these evils he was taught a remedy. and then on the bluejay.

It means escape from a man or dog. you lead him up a bit by nearly Then keeping just one him at a long slant full tilt into a breast-high barb. or A others weasel. dog and fox crippled. hop ahead. which was 109 . Swamp. < hole-up not such a fine the certain safety of a wise rabbit. of it first. one rabbit lose his I've seen many a and one big hound killed But I've also seen more than in trying it. skunk. outright this way.The barb-wire the best of legs. what some rabbits never is that . but as he came to his full powers it became one of his favorites." " First you lead your dog on a straightaway and warm letting him catch you. but soon or late is a sure deathruse as it seems it may be young rabbit always thinks trap to a fool. but it means sudden death if the foe is a ferret. a fox or a bird of prey." ' life Rag learn at early learnt all. an old rabbit never tries it till all fail. who can do off it. trick takes a deal of nerve It and was long before Rag ventured to play it. There were but two ground-holes in the One on the Sunning Bank.wire. "It's fine play for those said Molly. mink.

Just over the brow of the knoll was a large Its grotesque roots wriggled out pine stump. Instead of keeping no . was afterward very coolly taken by a self-sufficient young skunk who with less gevity. They among the fragrant pine needles and winter-green in odd cat-like positions. the pine-root hole. and squirmed as if in dreadful pain . It was open and sloping to the sun. This. more sour and ill-tempered as weeks went by.IN ODD CATLlKf FOSlTlOTtS a dry sheltered knoll in the South-end. panted. and turned slowly over as though roasting and wishAnd they blinked and ing all sides well done. and under their protecting claws a sulky old wood- He became chuck had digged a den long ago. above the yellow sand-bank like dragons. and one day waited to quarrel with Olifant's dog instead of going in so that Molly Cottontail was able to take possession of the den an hour later. and here on fine stretched out days the Cottontails took their sunbaths. for he imagined that even valor might have enjoyed greater lonman with a fly gun would from him. yet this was one of the keenest enjoyments they knew.

"Simple would a' justice." Cottontails were now sole owners of the could help and did not go near them when they it. "for team The holes. field. like that of a certain Hebrew king. a well-meaning friendly neighbor. This had long been the residence of one Lotor. fallen. lest anything like a path should be might betray these last retreats to made that an enemy. for good. a solitary old coon whose ostensible calling was frog-hunting.Molly from the den over in seven days. like the monks of old. but a hare-brained youngster whose skin in the form of a whip-lash was now developing higher horse-power in the Olifant working team. his reign. which. the fern-hole. was still green. therefore. was The and the other. and who. It also was except work of a woodchuck. and had the great advantage of being open at both ends." said the old that hide was raised on stolen feed that the man. There was though nearly also the hollow hickory. It was in a fern thicket next the clover useless was small and damp. turned into horse-power anyway. as a last retreat. in .

that cast dense shadow over the brown swamp tussocks. and worked down it a few scraps and the yellow duckweed into an exquisite mosaic. with a little wrong-side picture of the bird in the middle. that two of the . But was shrewdly suspected that he needed but a chance to indulge in a diet of rabbit. Everything seemed soaking in the warm radiance. The eyes of the swamp-sparrow were not trained to take in the color glories. When it at last one dark night he was killed while raid- ing Olifant's hen-house. but he saw what we might have missed 112 . so far from feeling a pang of regret. A little brown swamp-sparrow was teetering on a long rush in Beneath him there were open spaces the pond. took possession of his cosy nest with a sense of unbounded relief. On the bank behind was a great vigorous growth of golden green skunk-cabbage. IV Bright August sunlight was flooding the Swamp in the morning.was supposed to abstain from all flesh food. Molly. of dirty water that brought of the blue sky.

" he fairly yelled as he bound- 113 . with noses that never ceased to move up and down whatever else was still. but had not been long there when suddenly a warning note from the ever-watchful bluejay caused Molly's nose and ears to go up and her tail to tighten to her back. but because the winged ticks could not stand peace." to said Molly. Away across the Swamp was Olifant's straight big black and white toward them. and that must it is known. " Bow-ow-ow.numberless leafy brown bumps under the broad cabbage-leaves were furry living things. "squat while go and she keep that fool out of mischief. dog. They were stretched under the skunk-cabbage. coming I " Now. They went to this place for a quiet rest. not because they liked its rank smell. they but what the lesson is de." Away went meet him and she fearlessly dashed across the dog's path. It was Molly and Rag. it at all and so left them in are always learning Rabbits have no set time for lessons. pends arrive before on the present stress.

but she kept reach and led just beyond his him where the million daggers struck fast and deep. Several creepers had grown across it. Molly returned to find that Rag in his eagerness was standing bolt upright and craning his neck to see the sport. After making a short double. Molly kicked up her hind legs to make fun of him and skipped into the briers along one of their old pathways. and guided him at last plump into a hidden barbed-wire fence. then ran on ahead. keeping one eye on the hawk.ed after Molly. a loop and a baulk in case the dog should come back. till his tender ears were scratched raw. where of course the hawk It was the main path from could not follow. struck This disobedience made her so angry that she him with her hind foot and knocked him over in the mud. the Creekside Thicket to the Stove-pipe brushpile. and Molly. set to work and cut the creepers off. and cut some more that 114 . where he got such a gashing that he went homeward howling with pain. Rag watched her. One day as they fed on the near clover field a red-tailed hawk came swooping after them.

as he cut a snare. that her little one was no longer a baby but would soon be a grown-up Cottontail. "always keep the runways clear." said Molly." said Rag. like the changing of a boy's voice. glanc" for there it ing at the now far-away red-tail. but all it doesn't grow and it's worse than the hawks in the world. hides night and day in the runway till the chance to catch you comes. Rag did not know he was doing but his mother saw and knew it was a sign. "That's right. Cut everything like a creeper across them and some day you will find you have "A what?" asked Rag. you Not wide. with the pride of youth as he rose on his heels to rub his chin smooth this.were across the path." said Molly." "I don't believe it could catch me. and whiskers high up on a sapling. but will need them often enough. scratched his right ear with his left hind foot. clear. snare is something that looks like a "A creeper. .

is There spell magic it. The thirst-parched traveller in the poi- sonous alkali deserts holds back in deadly fear from the sedgy ponds till he finds one down whose centre is a thin. and then with force renewed takes to the woods again. and dashing in it follows the cooling stream. but the tiniest ning water he treats with great respect. clear line. Who does and feel it ? The railroad builder rill fearlessly throws his bank across the wide bog or of run- lake. realizes its nearing spell. Its doom and spent. the running. or the sea itself. fully and joy- he drinks.There not is know it magic in running water. living water. 116 . the sign of running. in can cross running water. The wild-wood creature with its deadly foe following tireless on the feels trail scent. no evil Tarn O'Shanter proved its potency in time of sorest need. studies its wish and its way and gives it all it seems to ask. and a faint flow. its an awful is strength till is every trick leads it tried in vain the good Angel to the water. living water.

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.Rag Followed tne Snow-white Beacon.

The same moveflinched 119 . they came to the The hylas in the trees above edge of the pond. and the wild its life. soon as she stopped and few runs and stops to listen. sleep J and away out on a sunken log in the deep water. this And One hot. in rabbit. broken by the merry stream." Brierrose. Molly led The cotton-white Rag through the woods. Rag ' ' but plunged with a little 'ouch. cushion she wore under her tail twinkled ahead and was as his guiding lantern. The hounds come . muggy night in August.' gasping and wobbling his nose very fast but still copying his mother. a bloated bullfrog was singing the praises of a 'jug o rum. thing lives was one of the great secrets that " after the learned from his mother Raggylug the Water is your friend.' j "Follow me still.There about is is magic in running water." said Molly. and flop she went into the pond and struck out for the sunken log in the middle. up to his chin in the cooling bath. After a them were singing 'sleep. sat though it went out on it. and to the very spot and halt and cast Their spell halt and cast in vain.

with a rushy screen around them and the Water that tells no tales. in danger it need thenceforth ' come. for in case of direst And might be a guide to safety. Its life has late a tragic end. the words of the song that the bullfrog sang were. ' This was the with his mother course. After this in warm black nights when that old fox from Springfield came prowling through the Swamp. It is only a question it how long life can hold out against its foes. come. Rag would note the place of the bullfrog's voice. But Rag's out of his was proof that once a rabbit passes youth he is likely to outlive his prime 120 . latest it was many little study that Rag took up really a post-graduate rabbits never learn it at VI No of soon or wild animal dies of old age. for all.merits as on land sent him through the water. On he went till by his dripping he reached the sunken log and scrambled up mother on the high dry end. and thus he found he could swim. Come.

and even insects They had hundreds of adventures. More than once field that hateful fox from Spring- drove them to taking refuge under the wreck of a barbed-wire hog-pen by the spring. and by hawks and owls. weasels.and be killed only in the last third of downhill third we call old age. life. skunks. but 121 . snakes. by a hunter who But Rag had the luck to escape next day. cats. For dogs. But once there they could look calmly at him while he spiked his legs in vain attempts to reach them. Their daily was a series of escapes. minks. the The Cottontails had enemies life on every side. and at least once a day they had to fly for their lives and save themselves by their legs and wits. Once he was caught had a hound and a ferret to help him. were all plotting to kill them. and men. coons. Once or twice Rag when hunted had played off the hound against a skunk alive that had seemed likely to be quite as dangerous as the dog. foxes. several times run into the water many times was chased by the cat. hawks. with a He was yet deeper distrust of ground holes. owls.

Ranger was the name of a young hound in To train him his master trail used to put him on the tontails. and Ranger would take the Then trail and follow till Rag got tired of it.Raggylug" for each kind of danger there was a safeguard His mother taught him the principal dodges. I'll too hard pressed. if I it is such glorious fun to tease and it's all good training. the spice just enough ! for zest. for was nearly always Rag that they the young buck enjoyed the runs as of danger in them much being as they did. and he improved on them and made many new ones as he grew older. And the older and wiser he grew the less he trusted to his legs. It of one of the Cot- ran. tm . " I fear you will run once too " But. are too bold. then you can thump come and change off while I get my second am wind. my son " ! she might reply. mother. Raggy. and the more to his wits for safety. mother " You often. " Oh." would say : here comes the dog again. ' ' He I must have a run to-day. the neighborhood." On he would come. that fool dog.

he made for theCreekside brier-patch. He knew that his scent lay best near the ground. which brought Molly to take charge of the dog. or he got rid of the dog by some clever trick. he tired of the chase. When. He to be greatly delayed in then went straight to D 123 . So if he could get off the ground.he either sent a thumping telegram for help. and for the trail to stale. therefore. where he ' wound' that is. and be left in peace for half an hour to cool off. zigzagged till he left a course so crooked that the dog was sure it working out. he knew he would be safe. A description of one of these shows how well Rag had learned the arts of the woods. and was strongest when he was warm.

and bump. passing one hop to windward of Stopping at D. he reached the high log. 'Yes. and stopped to smell it. with a scent-baulk or great leap aside. Ranger lost much time in the bramble maze. he followed his back trail to F.in the woods. trying moment for Rag. and after losing struck the trail which ended sudtime. followed it to E. Rag never day. on a cold log Rag was on. he waited till the hound passed on his trail at I. circle denly at G. returning on his trail to J. until at last. and the scent was very poor when he got it Here he bestraightened out. he sat like a gan to much to pick it up. Again he was at fault. This time he crossed the low part of the log. clearly it was rabbity. Then. still he mounted the log. Again the dog came round. here he leaped aside and ran toward G. where. circle to find the trail.' but it was a It stale scent was a now . and came to D. as the great 124 . and the high log E. budged nor winked. circles. and the hound passed. running to its higher end. does not go downward much. and had to Wider and wider the he passed right under the But a cold scent. Rag then got back on his old trail at H.

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.The hound came sniffing along the log.

A new feeling rushed over him. the wind was right . and the scent seemed stale.hound came sniff-sniffing along the log. so he leaped off the log. He was more and more away from her now. he had his mind made up to bolt as soon as Ranger came halfway up. 127 . for rabbits do not hanker for comBut one day in December. that boiling mixture of anger and hatred called jealousy. yellow cur would have seen the rabbit sitting there. while he was pany. But his nerve did not forsake him. seen any other rabbit than Indeed he had scarcely thought about there being any other. A VII Rag had never his mother. among the red dogwood brush. cutting a new all at path to the great Creekside thicket. and Rag had won. But he didn't come. he saw once against the sky over the Sunning Bank the head and ears of a strange rabbit. and yet he never felt lonely. The new- comer had the his paths into his air of a well-pleased discoverer and soon came hopping Rag's way along one of Swamp. but the hound did not.

: ' piece of hard ground he struck slowly thump thump' which is a rabbit telegram for. and a This was a wholly new big. because he liked He thought it . but all he did this simply buck-rabbits do so. The new-comer made a big V with his ears.at one of Rag's rubbinga tree against which he used to stand on his heels and rub his chin as far up as The stranger stopped that is. or fight. It also if lets the next one know by the scent the last caller was an acquaintance. It and several ends are served. and the height from the ground of the rubbing-places shows how tall the rabbit is. Get out of my swamp. so that other rabbits know that this swamp already belongs to a rabbit family and is not open for settlement. to his disgust Now heart he chewed very hard with nothing in his mouth.rabbity. stout buck at that. makes the tree . trees he could reach. then. experience and filled Rag with a wholly new The spirit of murder entered his feeling. and hopping forward onto a smooth . sat upright for a few seconds. Rag noticed that the newcomer was a head taller than himself. dropping on Thump * ' 128 .

but one or two trifles such as treading on a turnover and failing to close when Rag was on low ground showed that he had not much cunning and counted on winning battles his by his weight. They came together by short runs side-wise.his fore-feet. each one trying to get the wind of the other and watching for a chance advantage. Again he charged and again got he was knocked down and bitten severely. and down went poor little Rag. The stranger was a big. sent ' along the ground a louder. He was no match for his foe. with the stran- full chase. and bound 129 to kill him as well . stronger. thud they came.'' And so war was declared. Tkump thump thump. As they came Rag together they leaped up and struck out with their hind feet. and lost several tufts of hair before But he was swift of foot and he could get up. and it soon became a question of saving his own life. out of reach. On he came at last and met him like a little fury. Hurt ger in as he was he sprang away. Thud. In a moment the stranger was on him with his teeth and Rag was bitten. heavy buck with plenty of muscle.

to lay low till he was found. men. out. he treated her shamefully. furious at her lasting hatred. and it was well for poor Rag that he did. day he worried her by following her about. then Poor little Molly was completely terrorized . and often. dogs. All he knew was run. he did not know. She tried to run from him. The stranger made no attempt to kill her. training had been against owls. when he But his fixed her go for a while. but what to do when chased by another rabbit. and because she hated him and tried to get Day after away. he would knock her down and soft fur till tear out mouthfuls of her would let his rage cooled somewhat. From that His day began a reign of terror for Rag. for he was getting stiff from his wounds as well as tired. Rag's legs were good and so was his The stranger was big and so heavy that he soon gave up the chase. weasels. wind. 130 . but he made love to her. but she was not now so swift as Rag. she could not help Rag and sought only to But the big buck soon found her hide.as to oust him from the Swamp where he was born. and so on.

and whenever he took a nap now he had to be ready at any moment to dash for his life. all 131 . The stranger was ready to go to all lengths to destroy poor Rag.kill Rag. and at last stooped to the worst crime down under known among may hate each rabbits. the cosy nooks. and the pathways he had made with so much labor. go to. as well as to see all his favorite feeding-grounds. purpose was to A dozen times a to creeping up the watchful day the big stranger came where he slept. mother daily beaten and torn. him How was it to end ? He was wearing out with running and watching and bad food. forced from him by this hateful brute. Unhappy Rag realized that to the victor belong the spoils. whose escape seemed There was no other swamp he could hopeless. but oh what a miserable life it had bedeed. How to see his little maddening to be thus helpless. and little Molly's strength and spirit were breaking the long persecution. and he hated more than ever he did fox or ferret. Rag awoke ! To He saved his life inescape yet not to escape. However much they good rabbits forget other. come. but each time in time to escape.

till Thrice around the sure Swamp that his they went Rag had made mother was hidden safely and that his hated Then right into that foe was in his usual nest. but the briers saved him. the hound. and he resolved on playing sniffing He deliberately crossed the a desperate game. again Rag escaped. the stranger. I kill you yet. and it was only when the big buck himself that he gave it came near being caught up. Once still or twice the hawk nearly had him. Yet one day when a great goshawk came swooping over the Swamp. " You miserable fool. nest and plump over him he jumped. skirts and searching about the outof the swamp." cried 132 . hound's view. and the chase that then began was fast and furious. next night and go into the world in quest of some new home when he heard old Thunder. giving him a rap with one hind foot as he passed over his head. keeping well under cover himself. if possible. with his mother. And off. tried again and again to drive Rag into the open.their feuds when their common enemy appears. his but was no better He made up mind to leave.

but He did not know many they were fatal. But suddenly these sounds stopped. and self up he jumped only to find himbetween Rag and the dog and heir to all the peril of the chase. But the chase was too close for doubling and winding. there was a scuffle. and he didn't know where the holes were. then loud and terrible screaming.' and knows. It the simple ones like l double/ hole-up. its The brier-rose. did use. kind to all rabbits alike.' that every baby Bunny was a straight race. best. Rag knew what it meant and it sent a shiver through him. but it was no steady. wind.the stranger. On came the hound baying hotly on the straight-away scent. Just < tricks. but he soon forgot that when all was over and rejoiced to be once more the master of the dear old Swamp. 133 . The baying of the hound was fast and The crashing of the brush and the yelping of the hound each time the briers tore his tender ears were borne to the two rabbits where they crouched in hiding. size The buck's weight and now ' were great advantages in a rabbit fight.

VIII Old Olifant had doubtless a right to burn all those brush-piles in the east and south of the Swamp and to clear up the wreck of the old barbed-wire hog-pen just below the spring. and the second grand fastness and safe retreat. that of long. But it was none the less hard on Rag and his mother. was exactly the same as that by which most nations hold their land. -including Olifant' s grounds and buildings would have resented the appearance of another rabbit even about the adjoining barnyard. successful occupancy. for still clung to the was their home and . Their claim. They had to be their very that they so long held the Swamp and felt it own in every part and suburb. and it would be hard to find a better right. rest of the large wood about the pond and curtailed' the Cottontails' domain on But they it dwindling Swamp. During the time of the January thaw the Olifants had cut the all sides. The first were their various residences and outtheir posts.

they were loath to move to foreign parts. Their life of daily perils went on. alleys. dangerous blindfant's hen-house. that purple in shadow shone like rods of 135 . long of wind. which were. of course. and stuck closer than ever to the and the brush-piles that were left. So for the present they gave up using the groundholes. miliar gable The smoke from chimney of Olifant's house came fitfully drifting a pale blue haze through the underwoods and showing as a dull brown against the brightness of the sky. The sun-gilt gable was cut off midway by the banks of brierbrush. was somewhere in the lower thicket seeking a teaberry tonic. and bright of wit. feeling a touch of rheumatism. Rag was sitting in the weak sunlight on a bank the fa- in the east side. Of late they had been somewhat troubled by a mink that had wandered up-stream to their quiet nook. but they were still fleet of foot. A transferred the little judicious guidance had uncomfortable visitor to OH- sure that he But they were not yet quite had been properly looked after. Molly. briers That first snow had quite gone and the weather was bright and warm until now.

136 . new gilt as ih house. clover-tops. he was joined who had Bank. taken her teaberry and then eaten her frugal meal of sweet birch near the Sunning ness elsewhere. He Rag's mouth watered at the blinked and blinked as he snuffed its cabbage dearly. odorous promises. told R^g that the animals were being fed cab- The sounds bage m the yard. came pushing up and and higher. and yet more the delf cious smell that mingled with the smoke. taking Meanwhile the sun had gone about his busiall his gold and glory Off in the east a big black shutter rising higher with him.Beyond blazing crimson and gold in the light. when about his supper of a to settle for the night. that came from it. Therefore he did the wise thing. He moved and across where he could not smell the cabbage made bundle of hay that had been blown from the stack. idea of the feast. by Molly. for he loved But then he had been to the barnyard the night before after a few paltry and no wise rabbit would go two nights running to the same place. stood up like a Noah's ark. the house the barn with its gable and roof. Later.

good night for the pine-root hole. it seemed worse than when the ground had been covered with snow. the wind." said Rag. they crept under and snuggled down for the night." re" but we have not yet seen the plied Molly. The wind blew harder and colder as the hours went by. " Isn't this How I wish we terribly cold ? had our stove-pipe brush-pile. and pelt it is " A not safe till we do. facing the wind but with their noses in different directions so as go out different ways in case of alarm. and about midnight a fine icy snow came ticking down on the dead leaves and hissing It might seem a poor through the brush heap. lying in the wood-yard. came on the scene and set about brewing trouble. Then another mischief-maker. The weather turned colder and colder ." The hollow hickory was gone in fact at this very moment its trunk. choosing a brush-pile. shut out all light left the world a very gloomy place indeed.and spread over the whole sky. taking it advantage of the sun's absence. to 137 . of that mink on the end of the barn. was harboring the mink they feared. So the Cottontails hopped to the south side of the pond and.

Rag dashed off straight life There was only one road for Molly . but they always slept with their legs ready for a jump. in the shelter of the lee Swamp and chanced in the of the brush-pile. Molly darted out into the blinding storm. till she reached the margin of the pond.night for hunting. No chance to turn that now. but that old fox from SpringHe came pointing up the wind field was out. and both were fully awake just as the fox fore leaf sprang on them. sleeping Cottontails. then plunge into the deep water. then came stealthily sneaking up toward the brush under which his nose told him the rabbits The noise of the wind and were crouching. She touched Rag's whiskers. The fox missed his spring but followed like a racer. and bounding for her she gained a little over the unfrozen mud would not carry the fox. that was up the wind. Splash splash through the weeds she went. while to one side. ! ! 138 . on she must go. the sleet enabled him to come quite close beMolly heard the faint crunch of a dry under his paw. where he scented the He halted for a moment.

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or floating mud. she had nearly reached the farther reeds when a great mass of floating snow barred her road . and she was drifted far backward before she could get bar. weary swim in the cold water. fox-like sounds that robbed her of all force. was too much for Reynard on such a night.it But plunge went the fox close behind. her brave little heart was Mi . broke over her head as she swam. and Molly. turned back. struggled through the reeds into the deep But water and struck out for the other shore. and bravely put forth all her strength with wind and tide against her. her limbs were numbed. icy cold. The dark of the other shore seemed far. free from the floating Again she struck out. with perhaps the fox waiting for her there. then the wind on the bank made strange. lee of the tall reeds. far away. but slowly oh so And when at last she reached the slowly now. and the water was full of snow that blocked her way line like soft ice. The little waves. seeing only one And He course. there was a strong headwind. But she laid her ears flat to be out of the gale. After a long. her strength spent.

he could not find his little mother. In a little while the stopped her altogether. and came to the bank and sought about and trailed and thumped. tip of the death. for she slept her never-waking sleep in the ice-arms of her friend the Water that tells no tales. the furry noselittle mother Cottontail wobbled no and the soft brown eyes were closed in more. He met the old fox going round the pond to meet Molly and led him far and away. the ice forming around her. and she cared no more whether the fox were there or not. and as soon as he regained his wits he came running back to change-off and so help his mother. and he never knew whither she went. but once in the weeds her course wavered and slowed. 142 . weak limbs ceased to move. her feeble strokes no longer sent her landward. but all his searching was in vain. Rag had escaped the first onset of the foe. cold.sinking. then dismissed him with a barbed-wire gash on his head. But there was no fox waiting to tear her with ravenous jaws. Through the reeds she did indeed pass. He never saw her again.

And Rag still lives in the Swamp. Within a single year it was a wilder place than ever fresh trees and brambles grew. And there to this day lives Rag. of her flesh and brain of her brain was Rag. He has a large family of his own.She was a true Molly Cottontail one of unnumbered millions heroine. and there you may them any sunny evening if you have learnt their signal code. life. no strong buck now and doubt. yet only that without a thought of heroism have lived Poor little ! and done died. and a pretty brown wife that he got I know not where. he and his children's children will flourish for see many years to come. and the unthrifty sons ceased to clear the Swamp or mend the wire fences. and falling wires made many Cottontail castles and last re. and choosing a good spot on the ground. She lives in him. know just how and when to thump it. treats that dogs and foxes dared not storm. and through him transmits a finer fibre to her race. and She fought a good fight in the battle of She was good stuff. Old Olifant died that winter. their best in their little world. There. U3 . fears He is a big no rivals. the stuff that never For flesh dies.

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the 'Franckelyn's dogge' pinned But the dreamy mixture of rhyme and view was quickly dispelled by the sight of a large gray animal dashing across the prairie into the cowshed. through which was framed a bit of the prairie and the end of our cowshed. and the Manitoba winter had just set in.Bingo The Story of My Dog T was early in November. 1882. 147 . I was tilting back in my chair for a few lazy moments after breakfast idly alternating my gaze from the one window-pane of our shanty. to the old rhyme of on the logs near by. with a smaller black and white animal in hot pursuit.

seeing that he now closed in for the finish. collie with a bleeding gripping his throat. seized the wolf by the haunch." after a short I exclaimed.Bingo "A wolf. Every few dog closed and hundred yards dog managing this scene was repeated. The so that each fresh rush should be toward the settlement. on his back. At I last after a mile of this fighting and running overtook them. animals resolved After a few seconds the whirl of struggling itself into a wolf. and run over the snow the wolf again turned at bay. could get there they had left the stable. but again retreated to avoid the fierce return Then there was another stand at bay. our neighbor's collie. and the dog. and the dog. and again a race over the snow. and 148 . and seizing a rifle But before I dashed out to help the dog. while the wolf vainly tried to break back toward the dark belt of trees in the east. I fired a couple of long shots. circled about watching his chance to snap. chop. which had the effect only of setting them off again over After another run this matchless the prairie. had good backing.

.Frank retreated each time the wolf turned.

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but set out at a lope for a farm four miles across the snow where he had left his it was now easy fight master when first the wolf was started. in spite of the fact that the wolf. He was a wonderful dog. as I learned he had already done with others of the kind. and even if I had not come he undoubtedly would have killed the wolf alone. when this dog of marvellous wind saw that his foe was dead. he gave him no second glance. prowess and at once sought to buy him at any The scornful reply of his owner was. though of the smaller or prairie race. " Why ?" don't you try to buy one of the chil- dren Since Frank was not in the market I was obliged to content myself with the next best thing. Then. a son of his wife.Bingo for me to step up and end the by putting a ball through the wolfs head. That is. But he had some tan markings like 151 . was much larger than himself. I was filled with admiration for the dog's price. trious sire was a roly-poly This probable offspring of an illusball of black fur that looked more like a long-tailed bear-cub than a puppy. one of his alleged progeny.

wellmeaning. the next his muzzle. so with adequate pomp we ' yclept him little Bingo.' II of that winter Bingo spent in our shanty. I hoped. and also a very characteristic ring of white that he always wore on possession of his person. that were. The rhyme of the ' Franckelyn's dogge was inbuilt with the foun' dation of our acquaintance. . which came when Bingo. varied continued to the end who early by occasional reigns of terror. Having got thing was to find him a name. Even sad experience failed to teach him that he must keep his nose out of the rat-trap. ill-doing puppy. fat. guarantees of future greatness. showed a mind of his own. His most friendly overtures to the cat were wholly misunderstood and resulted only in an armed neutrality that. gorging himself with rest The food and growing bigger and clumsier each day.Bingo those on Frank's coat. living the life of a lubberly. Surely this puzzle was already solved. got a 152 .

puffing and blowing. he learned to go at the word in quest of our old yellow cow. Less energy on his part would have been more satisfactory. that pastured at will on the unfenced prairie. the spring came I set about his serious After much pains on my behalf and pains on his. return driving her at In a short time he would stable. Once he had learned his business. barking with pleasure and leaping high in the air that he might better scan the gallop before him.Bingo notion for sleeping at the barn and avoiding the shanty altogether. she was safely driven into the farthest corner of her full plain for his victim. he became very fond of it and nothing pleased him more than an order to go and fetch the cow. 153 . And at length not once or twice but a sally forth dozen times a day this energetic cowherd would on his own responsibility and drive the cow home to the stable. but ' we bore with him until he grew so fond of this semi-daily hunt that he began to bring old Dunne ' without being told. When many education. Away he would dash. and gave her no peace until.

he continued to show his interest by lying at her stable door while she was being milked. as it kept cow from straying too far but soon it was She became seen that it hindered her feeding. as she was always watching ner- vously for that hateful dog.Bingo At last things came to such a pass that when- ever he taking a little exercise. the . and in the mornings would hang around the stable as though to venture off and subject herself at once onset. thin and gave less milk . or even happened felt like it. so far. and the consequent . it seemed to weigh on her mind too. As the summer came on the mosquitoes became a dreadful plague. Bingo would sally forth at racing over the plain and a few minutes later speed return. to think of At first this did not seem very bad. afraid to an to This was going too failures. in his pleasure were After he was compelled to give it up althis. All attempts make Bingo more moderate together. though he dared not bring te& I ^t< &tft her home. driving the unhappy yellow cow at full gallop before him. or had a few minutes of spare time.

' placidly chewing till Fred got on his feet and furiously attacked her with the milking-stool. hearing the uproar. time even more annoying Fred. and the cow and the dog severely beaten. Before the spilt. Poor Bingo could not understand it at all. down the milk was quieted the pail and stool affair were broken. and he devised a simple plan to stop the He fastened a brick to the cow's switching. assured of tail. It was bad enough to The cow went on be whacked on the ear with a brick by a stupid old cow. He had long ago learned to despise that cow. then set blithely about his work unusual comfort while the rest of us looked on in doubt.Bingo tail at milkingthan the mosquitoes. . and divining that he was needed. Suddenly through the mist of mosquitoes came a dull whack and an outburst of language. rushed in and attacked Dunne on the other side. but the uproarious enjoyment and ridicule of the bystanders made it unendurable. the brother who did the milking. was vicious switching of Dunne's of an inventive as well as an impatient turn of mind. Bingo.

and were mine. I entered Bingo. Among the dazzling inducements to enter one's stock there was. the time came she was pointed out to When Bingo ' and the word given < Go fetch the cow.' Misled by a false friend. and. in addition to a prospect of glory. yet. a cash prize of ' two dollars. emergency arose Bingo turned to whenever any me and I to him. and from that time he attached himself exclusively to the horses and their stable. cattle The brother's. It 156 . and anything like daily companionship ceased. fixed. for the ' best col' lie in training. and both seemed to feel that the bond between man and dog is one that lasts as long as life.Bingo and now in utter disgust he decided to for- sake even her stable door. The only same year other occasion on which Bingo acted as cowherd was in the autumn of the at the annual Carberry Fair. the and early on the day cow was driven to the prairie just outside of the village. the horses were my in transferring his allegiance from the cow-stable to the horse-stable Bingo seemed to give me up too.

Where the team went Bingo went. and by night he slept at the stable door. and Bingo was equally sure that his sole mission in life was to quicken her pace in that direction.Bingo was the intention. So off they raced over the prairie. and nothing kept him away from them. The judge or jury ever saw prize was awarded to the only other entry. But the animals knew better. 157 ^vx-. by day he trotted beside them.:-* .^&^r -' . like a wolf after a deer. that he should bring her to me at the judge's stand. This interesting assumption of ownership lent the greater significance to the following circumstance. they disappeared from last that That was the of dog or cow. miles away. and heading straight toward their home two view. When Dunne saw Bingo's careering form she knew that her only hope for safety was to get into her stable. They hadn't rehearsed all summer for nothing. Ill Bingo's loyalty to the horses was quite remarkable. of course.

About six o'clock Bingo's 158 howlings became . melancholy howl. and he made an early start. refused to stir. Bingo for once in his life did not follow the team. and at intervals howled a very death dirge. and even followed for a hundred yards or so. he raised his nose in the air and gave vent denly to a long. My brother called to him. It was a long day's journey there and back. Bingo took on the De Winton Farm. raising his voice from time to time in the most doleful howlings. He watched the wagon out of sight. All that day he stayed about the barn. had had no faith and up to this time in omens. that weighed upon me more and more as the hours passed away. but was now deep- ly impressed by a strange occurrence in which There were but a leading part. the only time that he was willingly separated from the horses. and the dog's behavior inspired me with an awful foreboding of calamity.Bingo I was not superstitious. I was alone. Strange to tell. and Sudeying the team askance. two of us now living One morning my brother set out for Boggy Creek for a load of hay. but still he stood at a safe distance.

yet. so that for lack of a better thought I threw something at him. I took charge o! Should the horses." "Bingo "Yes. he stayed and saved your life. It was you that were smile. though you never knew from what. as- Who now omens ? can say that there is nothing in And one said. vastly relieved." was the laconic answer. " All right ? " " Right. danger that day . the feeling of horror that filled me ! Why did I let my brother go away alone ? I ever again see him alive? I might have known from the dog's actions that something dreadful was about to happen.Bingo unbearable. when long afterward. and ordered him away. But oh. asked. I told this to skilled in the occult. and there was John on his load. and with an air of sumed unconcern." " Then do not always turned to you in a he looked grave. At length the hour for his return arrived. and " crisis ? in 159 .

I soon noticed that Bingo never passed with- out minutely examining this mysterious post. Their exquisite sense try of smell enabled each individual to tell at once The by the track and been at the post. I at length. and was visible from afar. and telescope. with the aid of a made a number of observations that an understanding of the matter enter helped and enabled private life. trace When what other had recently the snow came much fete . it was a stout post in a low mound of earth. I Very shortly afterward he had begun Bingo's began mine. Next I learned that it was also visited by the prairie wolves as well as by all the dogs in the neighborhood. me to me to more fully into Bingo's post was by common agreement a regisof the canine tribes. Midway on the two-mile stretch of prairie that lay between our shanty and the village of Car berry. was the corner -stake of the farm.Bingo IV Early in the spring education.

then growl. said : " Grrrh! woof! there's that dirty cur of McCarthy's. the entire region was laid out in signal stations at convenient intervals. that in short. or other object that chanced be in the desired locality. and with bristling mane and glowing eyes. These were marked by any conspicuous to post. examine the ground about. stone. Each dog or wolf makes a point of calling at those stations that are near his line of travel to learn who man calls at his has recently been there. Woof! woof!" On another occasion. I have seen Bingo approach the post. buffalo skull. scratch and contemptuously with his hind feet. it and ex- tensive observation showed that was a very complete system for getting and giving the news. glancing back from time to time. sniff. just as a club on returning to town and looks up the register. being interfiercely finally preted. walking off very stiffly. All of which. Woof! I' 11' tend to him to-night. I then discovered that this post was but one of a system that covered the country .Bingo more was revealed. after 161 .

his inspection produced only an of grave attention. as I afterward learned coyote track coming from the north. old Brindle must be dead at last." At other times he would wag his tail. he became keenly interested and studied a coyote's track that came and went. trot about the vicinity and come again and again to make his own ! visit more evident. who the deuce is this?" or Sometimes air me I met that fellow at the Porsummer.Bingo the preliminaries. This is worth looking into. and race to the next station for later information. At other times he would be suddenly aroused by the news. saying to himself. "Dear me." tage One morning on approaching the post BinIt " seems to last 162 . : "A Indeed? Pollworth's smelling of dead cow. as though he said to himself. perhaps it for the benefit of his brother Bill just back from Brandon one night was not by chance that Bill turned up at Bingo's home and was taken to the hills where a delicious dead So that horse afforded a chance to suitably celebrate the reunion. take up the trail.

you know just where to go and when and how to seek for it. but returned to the house. and he gave proof that he was go's every hair stood suddenly sick at the stomach." what you want. I know where you are off and why you eschew the shelter of the Now I know why your nightly trips shanty.Bingo on end. deep' ' gurgled grrr-wff* means timber wolf* taught nest in These were among the things that Bingo me. disappear into the trot. over the country are so well timed. And in the after time when I might chance to see him arouse from his frosty by the stable door. and after stretching himself and shaking the snow from his shaggy coat. I studied the dreaded track and learned that Bingo's language the half-terrified. 163 . trot. terror. I gloom : at a steady trot used to think "Aha! old dog. his tail dropped and quivered. and how to. and half an hour afterward his bristling mane was and his expression one of hate or fear. He showed no sure signs of desire to follow up or know more still of the matter.

the cause of which will be seen. and that arose from some unpleasant shot-gun experiences. he had a deep dread first no doubt the fear of the originated in the second. not the house. and it even during the was easy to see that he enjoyed to the full the entailed. His nightly couch was outside the coldest weather. complete nocturnal liberty Bingo's midnight wanderings extended across the plains for miles. Some farmers at very remote points sent word to old Gordon that if he did not keep his dog home nights. to the stable. our most intimate neighbor. that is.Bingo In the autumn of 1884. stable. of Gordon Wright. the shanty at De Winton farm was closed and Bingo changed his home to the establishment. Since the winter of his puppyhood he had declined to enter a house at any time excepting Of thunder and guns during a thunder-storm. they would use the shotgun. There was plenty of proof of this. and Bingo's terror of firearms would indicate that the threats were 164 .

tance Bingo was close up. and driving away the prairie wolves. while we were out in the sleigh started with Bingo trotting behind. < changed his opinion and reckoned it must 'a' been Wright's dog. feast to repletion. no 165 fight I KHmfm K . excepting that they were very large and black and had a ring of white around the muzzle. and within a short distell. there seemed no reason to fear that the Bingo breed would die out. yet strange to there was no grappling.' Whenever the body of a winter-killed ox or horse was exposed. True or not as that may be. and notwithstanding vengeful threats. a prairie wolf was from a hollow.Bingo said he A man living as far away as Petrel. Away it went with full Bingo in chase. but the wolf did not greatly exert itself to escape. One man even avowed that he had seen a prairie wolf accompanied by three young ones which resembled the mother. I know that late in March. Sometimes the object of a night foray was merely to maul some distant neighbor's dog. Bingo was sure to repair to it nightly. but afterward he not idle. saw a large black wolf kill a coyote on the snow one winter evening.

and several times terrified the children by looking into the window of the shanty while the men were away. was his and then Bingo plainly showed the deed. I be darned. For weeks after this we were annoyed by : the depredations of a prairie wolf who killed our chickens. Against this animal Bingo seemed to be no safeguard. We were astounded. the man who did 166 . hand by his lasting enmity toward Oliver. he won't harm her.wolf. killed." I exclaimed as the truth dawned on me. stole pieces of pork from the end of the house.Bingo Bingo trotted amiably alongside and licked the wolfs nose. it. And " Gordon said " Well. but It is a she. and shouted to urge Bingo on." So we called our unwilling dog and drove on. Our shouting and approach several times started the wolf off at speed and Bingo again pursued until he had overtaken his gentleness was too obvious. a female. At length the wolf.

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and deadly feuds. The scent was warming up. was clear that one of three men to the southward had had a hand in the cruel affair. in the but ex- terminated by an internecine feud over a dog man and was killed by and among ourselves we have neighbor. and when one day poor Tan crawled home terribly mangled and died by the door. all pointing the same old moral. I joined my threats of vengeance with those of lost his master no opportunity of tracing the miscreant. so I loved his dog. love my dog. lawsuits. both by offering rewards and by At length it collecting scraps of evidence. I loved him. Love me. and soon we should and thenceforth have been in a position to exact rigorous justice 169 . through thick Butler tells of an undivided Indian Far North which was all tribe. one another. One of our neighbors had a very fine hound that he thought the best and dearest dog in the that belonged to one his ' ' world.Bingo VI It is wonderful and beautiful will stick to how a man and his dog and thin. fights.

Then something took place which at once changed my mind and led me to believe that the mangling of the old hound was not by any means an unpardonable crime. Old Gordon and Oliver were bors and friends . and while there one day. confess that from that moment I did all in my power I to baffle And the justice I had previously striven so hard to further. in tragic tones : " It was Bing done it. Jr. knowing that I was tracking the murderer. Gordon Wright's farm lay to the south of us." For I the matter dropped right there.Bingo at least. close ne^h- they joined in a contract to 170 . but the feeling of ownership did not die. took me aside and looking about furtively. and of this indissoluble fellowship of dog and man he was illus- soon to take part in another important tration. but indeed on second thoughts was rather commendable than otherwise. Gordon. he whispered. had given Bingo away long before.. from the wretch who had murdered poor old Tan.

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Bingo watched while Curley feasted. .

falling in convulsions at feet. and worked together harmoniously Then Oliver's old horse late on in winter. and he. all friendly relations 173 . the long-standing feud between Bingo and Oliver was now rememit The woodbered as an important side-light. It seemed as though Bing had busied himself chiefly keeping off the wolves.Bingo cut wood. for life. dragged out on the plain and around it. me.' no explanations . poor Bingo ! He would lead a wolfish it though again and again wolfish misfortunes. till died. and of the dreadful spasms of pain during the erratic course back home where Gordon's 1 Love Curley. determining to profit as far as it possible. the interruption as the story poison began to work. of the banquet . brought him into He was as wild kindred. died in the greatest agony. love my dog. but Curley feasted The tracks in the snow told the immoderately. laid poison baits for wolves Alas. he visited the carcass. or apology were acceptable it was useless to urge that was accidental. contract was thrown up. with Wright's own dog Curley. fond of dead horse as any of his That very night.

Bingo ceased. No one had been 174 able to I. he was within a few weeks once more in full health and vigor to be a pride to his friends and a nuisance to his neighbors. and on my return in 1886 Bingo was still a member of Wright's household. and bettering as the grass grew. when . after two years ab- One day early in the winter. approach to help him. he crawled home to Wright's with a wolf-trap and a heavy log fast to one foot. after I thought he would have forgotten me sence. he was so savage. and the foot frozen to stony hardness. VII Changes took me far away from Manitoba. We believed indeed that he never again would be the sturdy old-time Bingo. was months before Bingo really recovered from the poison. having been lost for forty-eight hours. But when the spring came he began to gain strength. and enough to hold the rival factions called at no county big which were once into existence and to arms by to this day there is Curley's dying It yell. but not so.

' ' Bing. don't you know me ? He had not broken the skin and at once re- leased his hold and offered no further resistance. During the rest of the winter he went lame and two of his toes eventually dropped off. . down and and laid hold his leg with the Instantly he seized my " wrist in his Without stirring I said. stooped of the trap with one hand other. teeth. and to a casual glance he bore no mark of his dreadful experi- ence in the steel trap. although he whined a good deal during the removal of the trap. and notwithstanding my surrender of ownership I still felt that he was and my my dog. Bing was carried into the house much against his will and his frozen foot thawed out. But before the return of warm weather his health and strength were fully restored.Bingo the stranger now. He still acknowledged me his master in spite of his change of residence long absence.

The wolf-traps are made of heavy steel have two springs. and throwing him aside killed him with a club A prairie wolf was proceeded to reset the trap times before. and late in April rode in on one of tlement.Bingo VIII During that same winter I caught many wolves and foxes who did not have Bingo's good luck in escaping the traps. for bounties are fur is not. They are set in fours around a buried being strongly fastened to concealed logs are carefully covered in cotton and in fine sand so as to be quite invisible. as I had done so All was quickly many hundred I threw the trap-wrench over toward the done. bait. good even when Kennedy's Plain was always a good trapping ground because it was unfrequented by man and yet lay between the heavy woods and the sethad been fortunate with the here. each of one hundred pounds power. 176 . and after I caught in one of these. I fur my and regular rounds. which I kept out right into the spring.

blindly with my Thus wildly groping with my right foot I forgot . face downward. swung slowly around my Then a painfully anchor.Bingo pony. taken observation showed I was much too far to the west. ness born of long Oh. but still failed. I and reach at the same time. and seeing some fine sand near by. for the traps have no teeth. unlucky thought Oh. I reached out for a handful of it to add a good finish to the setting. I set about working around. Although not wounded. making my imprisoned and straight as possible. mad heedlessThat fine sand immunity was on the next wolf and in an instant I -trap was a prisoner. I was firmly caught across the hand above the knuckles. but counted on the little my . and my thick trapping gloves deadened the snap. tapping toe to discover the key. Not ! ! greatly alarmed at this. I tried to reach the foot. trap-wrench with out at full my right Stretching I length. worked myself toward long arm as could not see it. My at the first was a failure strain as I I might chain my toe struck no metal. toe telling me when I touched effort iron key to my fetters.

Then my thoughts went to 178 the com- . 3 closed tight on at my left foot. but Kennedy's Plain was never visited No one excepting by the winter wood-cutters. just as one had done the night beand though the numb pains were creeping up my arm. and a shorelark on a gopher mound a few yards off twittered his As fore at our shanty door.Bingo about the other till there was a sharp ' clank ' and the iron jaws of trap No. and a deadly chill possessed me. but soon found that I all my free struggles were in vain. or of cold and starvation. knew where I age to free myself there had gone. I noticed how long his little ear- tufts were. The first. terrors of the situation did not. What would become of me now ? There was not much danger of freezing for the cold weather was over. and unless I could manwas no prospect ahead else die but to be devoured by wolves. I lay there the red sun went down over the spruce swamp west of the plain. and there I lay stretched out and firmly staked to the ground. could not get from either trap or move the traps together. I impress me. evening song.

the pony pricked up his ears and walking nearer to me. and in the following spring per his comrades found his skeleton held by the leg Then I wondered which part of my would show my identity. as I left per. A prairie wolf howled. stood with his head down. and I thought. or just sitting down. Night came slowly on. and I could make out that they were gathering in the neigh179 . I been responsible for ! Now I'm to pay for it. hour after hour while I was perishing of waiting cold and hunger. when he is trapped. and when I called. now they are frying the pork for supfor table pony still stood on the ground to take me home. Oh! what misery have in a bear-trap. helpless inquiry. My him with his bridle I remembered how old Girou the traphad been lost. he ceased nibbling the grass and looked at me in dumb.Bingo supper-table at Wright's shanty. Then another prairie wolf howled and another. If he would only go home the empty saddle might tell the tale and But his very faithfulness kept him bring help. Then a new clothing This is how a wolf feels thought came to me. He did not patiently waiting understand the long delay.

shadowy forms were sneaking near. the body was dragged off and devoured by the rest in a few minutes. but growing bolder as I grew weaker he came and snarled right in my At this several others snarled and came face. and I realized that I was to be de- voured by the foe that I most despised. Soon one bolder than the others crawled up and I tugged at the body of his dead relative. and his terrified snort drove them back at but they came nearer next time and sat around me on the prairie. when suddenly out of the gloom with a guttural roar 1 80 . wonheard if it would not be tear strictly just that they come and me to pieces. and the boldest one smelt the rifle and scratched dirt on it. The horse saw them first.Bingo borhood. The pony shouted and he retreated growling. Presently the wolf returned. up closer. first. dering should There I lay prone and helpless. He retreated when I kicked at him with my retreats free foot and shouted. I them calling for a long time before I realized that dim. ran to a distance in terror. and after two or three of these and returns. After this they gathered nearer and sat on their haunches to look at me.

and a minute was free. much difficulty I unscrewed the pillar-nut. for he knew only that I wanted something. " Bingo ! Bing " old boy Fetch me the trap-wrench Away he went and returned dragging the rifle. but wrench and wagged his he brought the in joy that it was Reaching out with my free hand. mount. Bing brought the pony up. " No it Bing the trap-wrench. and then. we set out for home. rubbed his shaggy. though never taken 181 . The prairie wolves bold one. The trap fell apart and later my hand I was re- leased. with Bingo as herald careering and there to ing ahead. after right.Bingo sprang a great black wolf. oh horscattered like chaff except the rors ! this mighty brute bounded at me and Bingo noble Bingo. panting sides against me and licked my cold face. which seized by the black new-comer was in a few moments a draggled corpse. Then learn that the night before. at last tail " This time was my sash. and ing to restore the slowly walkI was able to circulation after slowly at first but soon at a barkgallop.

And it was so to the end. he was a strange dog. poisoned bait. and wolfishly bolted that then feeling the pang. and to the end also he lived the wolfish life that he loved. and reached the door of my shanty where I I should have been. his heart was with me. in the hour of tremity. but responded with alacrity when little Gordon called him to a gopher-hunt. not for Wright's but to find me. and never failed to seek the winter-killed horses and found one again with a . in spite of attempts to detain him he had set out in the is gloom and guided by a knowledge that beyond us had reached the spot in time to set avenge me as well as Stanch old Bing me free. his bitter ex- . and at last when night came on. the brave dog had acted strangely. he passed me Though next day with scarcely a look. the door of his to puppyhood's days heart of hearts it my dog was my the last in his and vainly sought. whimpering and watching the timber-trail . set out. turning Next day on refound him dead in the snow with his sill head on the of the door . 182 help he sought.Bingo on the trapping rounds.

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or minks were not the guilty ones. which put tramps and out of court . and owls the blame.The Springfield Fox HE hens had been mysteriously disappearing for over a month . and skunks. left at Rey- The great pine wood of Erindale was on the other bank of the river. so that weasels. was surely nard's door. therefore. and when Springfield for the it I came home to summer holidays find the cause. they were not taken neighbors from the high perches. which cleared all coons or left partly eaten. before going to roost leaving. The one or else after fowls were carried at away bodily a time. . was my duty to This was soon done. and on looking care187 .

' and yet more than ready to take money in the form of a share in the plunder. 188 . it. down at A better view showed that something in the it was the old middle story. This large and regular levy of provisions wholly carried off could mean but one thing. and would doubtless have had I gotten across with his booty not joined in whereupon he dropped the hen. The crows. thief catch thief. saw a number of these birds darting ford. scarce dead. On climbing the farther bank in search of more clews. though shameless robare ever first bers themselves. I heard a great outcry of crows behind me.The fully Springfield I Fox about the lower ford saw a few fox-tracks and a barred feather from one of our Plymouth Rock chickens. and turning. for there in the of the ford was a fox with something in his jaws he was returning from our barnyard with another hen. And this was their game now. He made a dash for the attack. and to find them I now was bound. ' to cry * ' Stop hushthief. The fox to get back home must cross the river. and disappeared in the woods. where he was exposed to the full brunt of the crow mob. a family of little foxes at home .

and lay down at my feet.The That evening I Spring-field Fox went with Ranger. became a low oo. we heard the short. soon as the hound began to circle. . for even the Away ' ' ' with ear to the ground I heard nothing of them though a mile was easy distance for Ranger's brazen voice. After nearly an hour he came back. straight away to the north. Ranger dashed in at once. They must have gone some miles away. he went in the darkness. loud ' Boo. As I waited in the black woods ' : I heard a sweet sound of dripping water tenk tink. panting and warm. As across the river into the Erindale woods. 00? and that a feeble ' o-o and then was lost. for it was baking August weather. sharp bark of a fox from a thickly wooded ravine close by. But almost immediately the same foxy Yap yurrr was heard close at hand and off dashed ' ' dog on another chase. Ta tink tank tenk tonk? Tink tank 18. baying like a And the foghorn. boo. struck a hot scent and went off on a lively straight-away till his voice was lost in the distance away over the upland. my hound.

of delightful suggestion on such a night was a glad : Tank tank tenk tink Ta tink a tonk a tank a tink a Ta ta tink tank ta ta tonk tink Drink a tank a drink a drunk. and in find. It was the ' ' water-dripping song of the saw-whet owl. We were close to the den where the 190 little . ' ' But again that tantalizing Yap yurrr was heard a few feet away.The I Springfield Fox did not know it of any spring so near. his flanks were heaving and spume-flecks He stopped dribbled from his breast and sides. full found its source. to the ground and was dripping with foam. where I led Such a soft sweet song . panting a moment to give my hand a dutiful lick. But suddenly a deep raucous breathing and a rustle of leaves showed that Ranger was back. and the meaning of it all dawned on me. But the sound the hot night me to the bough of an oak-tree. drown then flung himself flop on the leaves to all other sounds with his noisy panting. He hung almost His tongue was completely fagged out.

after a fall of snow. it was always a strong mark. This fox had been called ' Scarface. line to cross Instantly I held mo- my tionless. It was late night now.The Springfield Fox foxes were. and as the hair came in white after it The healed. so we went home feeling sure that the problem was nearly solved. winter before I had met with him and had his craftiness. this was supposed to have been given him by a barbed. and did not even lower or turn 191 my . but no one supposed them so near. As my head rose to a view of the hollow I caught sight of a fox trotting at long range down the other side.' be- cause of a scar reaching from his eye through and back of his ear . I had a sample of was out shoot- ing. II It was well known that there was an old fox with his family living in the neighborhood. and the old ones were taking turns in trying to lead us away. and had crossed the open fields to the edge of the brushy hollow back of the old mill.wire fence during a rabbit hunt. in course.

sitting on his haunches and grinning as though much amused. He had moment I saw him. A study of the seen me at the trail made all clear. We passed within thirty feet of a ridge on which were several gray and brown bowlders. at the nearest point When my friend said : 192 . also had concealed the fact. but no fox came forth. puton an air of unconcern till out of sight. and following with my eye I saw old Scar- face himself far out of range behind me. trick. As soon as he was hidden I bobbed down and ran to head him off where he should leave the cover on the other side. ting when he had run for his life around behind me and amused himself by watching my stillborn like a true hunter.The head at Springfield Fox until lest I should catch his eye by moving. A it careful look track of a fox that showed the fresh had bounded from the cover. he went on out of sight in the thick cover the bottom. I was walking with a friend along the road over the high pasture. In the springtime I had yet another instance of Scarface's cunning. and was there in good time awaiting. but he.

lying asleep. "I am sure that is a fox. and ran. when the wind My friend said. kept to the road. could not see it.The Springfield Fox me very " Stone number But I three looks to ' ' much like a fox curled up. He The wonderful part of this is. and turned back. for it was he. knew he it did. and we passed. where he squatted down and had been watching us all the time. and was ready to profit by We wife soon found that was Scarface and his Vixen that had made our woods their their base of supplies. and would not have moved had we was lost to view. We had not gone many yards farther blew on this bowlder as on fur. not that he resembled the round stones and dry grass. but that he it. A fire had swept the middle of the pasture. over this he skurried till he came to the unburnt yellow grass again. up jumped Scarface. home and our barnyard Next morning a search in the pines showed a great bank of earth that had been scratched 193 . but as soon as I had taken one step from the road." I replied. leaving a broad belt of black ." "We'll soon settle that.

on digging a new den. first made and Then closing up for good too well-marked door. day when the sun was warm I went there to watch. It must have come from a hole. and had a large hole at the bottom. they looked curiously like little lambs. It is well known that a really cute fox. I found the real entry and good proof that there was a nest of little foxes inside. and a smaller one at top. and from this perch on the roof. and soft by it punky walls had made cutting steps easy to go up Now it came in handy. and down in the hollow. Rising above the brush on the hillside was a It leaned a good deal great hollow bass wood. and yet there was none to be seen. with their woolly coats. So after a little search at the other side of a knoll.The Springfield Fox up within a few months. uses only the entrance hidden in the thicket. We in its boys had often used this tree in playing Swiss Family Robinson. but carries on a tunnel into some the distant thicket. their long thick legs and in- '94 . brings all the earth out at the first hole made. I soon saw the interesting family that lived in There were four little foxes the cellar near by. for next .

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but over nor were cruelty and nervousness lacking. A low call from her and the little fellows came tumbling out. It was first a grinning of delight. all was the unmistakable look of the mother's pride and love. it. or with each other till a slight sound wrestling made them skurry under ground. basking in the sun. and yet a second glance at their broad. showed that each of these innocents was the makings of a crafty old about. she stepped from the bushes bringing another hen number seventeen as I remember. and tussled and other. my uncle would They rushed on fought with the hen. for the cause of it was their mother. while the mother. sharp-eyed visages fox. The base of my tree was hidden in bushes and much lower than the knoll where the den '97 . But their They played alarm was needless.The Springfield Fox nocent expressions. sharp-nosed. but her usual look of wildness and cunning was there. a sharp eye for enemies. and each remarkable. but which not have enjoyed at all. looked on with keeping The expression on her face was fond delight. Then began a scene that I thought charming.

and with diabolic gentleness would avoid doing them serious hurt so that the cubs might have larger scope to torment them. to run for shelter. They early learned to turn to statuettes at any strange sound. but he knew of himself. Some animals have it so much mother-love Not that overflows and benefits outsiders. wits they believed worth This more than elbow-grease. and then on hearing it again or finding other cause for fear. usually sunned himself on the stump each morning. the hill orchard. For many days I went there and saw much of the training of the young ones. There was a woodchuck that lived over in He was neither handsome nor interesting. work was not their way of life . pleasure in the cubs For she often brought home to them mice and birds alive. most refined Her cruelty. Springfield Fox So I could come and go at will without scaring the foxes. so that the foxes But hard could not follow him by digging. how to take care He had digged a den between the roots of an old pine stump. If he saw a fox near he went woodchuck 198 . it so old Vixen led to would seem.The was.

going very slowly. The woodchuck had not been frightened. but stump and hid behind now it. so before long his head popped up between the roots and he looked 199 . but never once turned his head or al- lowed the ever-watchful woodchuck to think himself seen. Scarface then showed himself in the orchard and quietly walked in a line so as to pass by the stump at a distance. but concluding that after all wisdom is the better part. here he waited as the fox passed. This was what the foxes wanted.The down Springfield Fox enemy in the door of his den. ran swiftly to the Scarface had kept straight on. So they went together to the orchard-fence unseen by old Chuckie on his stump. went into his hole. the When the fox entered the field woodchuck quietly dropped down to the mouth of his den . and further that this orchard woodchuck would serve nicely for an object-lesson. Vixen had kept out of sight. or if the was very near he went inside and stayed long enough for the danger to pass. One morning Vixen and decide that it her mate seemed to was time the children knew some- thing about the broad subject of Woodchucks.

so chuck in her jaws and made saw he wasn't needed. But Vixen took the for the den. . farther Springfield Fox still There was that fox farther away. and The woodchuck grew bold as the fox went. of hounds and dragged at his tail and flanks. and came out farther. Scarface had watched out of the corner of his eye and now came running back. life but the woodchuck fought for his and beat- ing them off slowly hobbled to the shelter of a The little ones pursued like a pack thicket. he scrambled onto the stump. he Back to the den came Vix. uttering little growls and biting little boys to play. ' the den brought the little fellows out like school- She threw the wounded animal to them and they set on him like four little furies. but So Vix overtook him with a couple of bounds and dragged him could not hold him back. going on. bites with all the strength of their baby jaws. and with one spring Vixen had him and shook him till he lay senseless. again into the open for the children to worry. and carried the chuck so carefully that he was able to struggle A low woof at a little when she got there. and then seeing the coast clear.The around.

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" and so on. whereabouts of a mouse and the only way to know the is by seeing the slight 203 . Vix rose up and went on tip-toe into the grass not crouching but as high as she could stand. and his squeal of pain roused Vix to end the woodchuck's misery and serve him up at once. their first that the little ones took. aided by a deep-set instinct. had one or two signs meaning "lie still and watch. The old fox. The earliest lesson in woodcraft the den. do as I do. also. Not far from the den was a hollow overgrown with coarse grass. In teaching." " come. away from all was in this hollow. So the merry lot went to this hollow one calm evening and Mother Fox made them lie still in the grass. The runs that the mice follow are hidden under the grass tangle. the playground of a colony of field-mice. the easiest of game. sometimes on her hind legs so as to get a better view. the main thing was example. Presently a faint squeak showed that the game was astir.The Springfield Fox Again and again this rough sport went on till one of the little ones was badly bitten. that were much used. Here they had course of mice.

he quivered with excite- ment and ground his pearly little milk-teeth into the mouse with a rush of inborn savageness that must have surprised even himself. and the four awkward foxes tried to do the same as their mother. at length the eldest for the first time and when in his life caught game. He little was soon gobbled. cubs made many vain attempts to catch him as he ran across their glade from one tree to another. the trick is to locate the mouse and him first and see him afterward. which why mice are hunted only on calm days. She hid the children and lay down 304 flat . Vix soon made a spring. from some safe perch.The Springfield is Fox the reason shaking of the grass. vulgar creatures. But old Vixen was up in natural history she knew squirrel nature and took the case in hand when the proper time came. or spluttered and scolded at them a foot or so out of reach. Another home lesson was on the red-squirrel. One close by and used of these noisy. and in the middle of the bunch of dead grass that she grabbed was a seize And field-mouse squeaking his last squeak. lived to waste part of each day The scolding the foxes.

so the squirrel came down the trunk and peeping about made a nervous dash across the grass. But she moved no He came : nearer and overhead to chatter " You brute you." But Vix lay as dead. to another tree. ' ' But flat and lifeless on the grass lay Vix. again to scold from a safe perch. This was very perplexing. ' ' the little foxes began to wonder if their mother wasn't asleep. Still as death lay Vix. " You brute you. hair. The saucy squirrel came and scolded as usual. This was most tantalizing to the squirrel. ' ' surely she was dead. so again he came to the ground and skurried across the glade nearer than before. He was naturally curious and disposed to be venturesome. scarrrscarrrrr. He had a piece of bark on Vix's head. without getting a sign of 205 life. . he had dropped used up his list of bad words and he had done it all And over again. you brute you.The in the Springfield! Fox low-minded at last right middle of the open glade. you useless brute. But the squirrel was working himself into a little craze of foolhardy curiosity.

: Never sleep on your straight 206 . who sprang to her feet and pinned him in a twinkling. " And the little ones picked the bones e-oh. without saying a word track. that foxes taught me. And the training of the little foxes was all shaped to take advantage of the weakness of the other creatures and to make up for their own by defter play where they are strong.. for every animal has some great strength or it could not live. How. is not easy But that they learned this in company Here are some with their parents was clear. the fox's that he can't climb a tree. For each kind of prey they were taught a way to hunt." Thus the rudiments of their education were laid." ? Little ones jucKfd hlsiBoittS f-ohi . or the others could not The squirrel's weakness was foolish curiosity . and afterward as they afield grew stronger they were taken farther to begin the higher branches of trailing and scenting. their parents they learned the chief axioms of the fox world. From to say.The So after a couple Springfield Fox across the glade more dashes he ventured within a few feet of the really watchful Vix. and some great weakness live.

The Your nose first. because then the wind is so that you can't smell must smell you. it. off the grass. Never take the open Never leave a straight will do. ' Never follow what you can't if it smell. they But one night the mother took them to a field knew where was a strange black 207 flat thing on the . their parents they learned new They were beginning to think the scent of everything that moved. you can keep the a crooked one trail if If it's strange. of their to One by one they learned the birds and beasts home woods. Keep Inklings of the meanings of these were already entering the little ones' minds thus. it's hostile. and then as they were able go abroad with animals. Never hunt mice in a rabbit-woods. or rabbits in a henyard. rills cure many if ills. they could see.' was wise. then trust the wind. A fool runs down Running cover. Springfield Fox it is before your eyes. Dust and water burn the scent.

they trembled. they knew not it. Indeed." After awhile I heard them coming back. And when she saw its full effect she told them ' That is man-scent. but uncle was dread- had not betrayed the den of cubs. loping lightly In he 208 . To please him one day took the hound across to the woods and seating myself on a stump on the open hillside. Scarface There I saw the fox across the river-bottom to the stream. Within three minutes he sang out in the tongue all hunters so well. thought a good deal more of the Tttle rascals than I did of the hens . why and it fill seemed to tingle through their blood them with instinctive hate and fear. ' ' ' III Meanwhile the hens continued I I to disappear. I bade the dog go on.The ground. '* Fox fox fox ! straight away ! ! know down the valley. smell Springfield Fox She brought them on purpose to but at the first whiff their every hair stood on end. fully remarks about I wrought up and made most disparaging my woodcraft.

Ranger came bawling along the trail till he came to the running water. and here he was puzzled . and the gleam of his yellow eye. me he turned and sat with back to me while he craned his neck and interest in the doings of the showed an eager hound.The Springfield Fox went and trotted along in the shallow water near the margin for two hundred yards. fox before The human me shifted his position a little to get a better view and watched with a most hound. then came out straight toward me. he saw me of watching Within ten his over his feet not but came up the hill shoulder for the hound. but there was only one thing to do . interest all the circling of the He was so close that I saw the hair of his little shoulder bristle a I when the dog came in could see the jumping of his heart on his sight. When the ribs. that was by going up and down both banks find where the fox had left the river. Though in full view. but rocked up and down in glee. and reared on his : hind feet to get a better view of the slow-plod- 209 . it was comical to see he could not sit still. -x-* dog was wholly baulked by the water trick. the killer of scent.

had been sitting in plain view only ten feet but I had the wind and kept still and away. the fox never knew that his life had for twenty minutes been in the power of the foe he most feared. As soon as the hound was working up the I hill. Old Scarface wriggled in huge enjoyment as the hound puzzled over the trail so long that though not at when he did barely follow find it. sat river. but it was all in plain view little from the house across the self. the fox quietly went into the woods. just as a dog laughs by grinning ana panting. he panted for a moment. imwent out him- on the open knoll. his ears. and when old Scar- 2IO . and with a little nervous start he quit the trail and looking sheepish lay down by my feet. Ranger also would have passed me as near as the fox. but I spoke to him. patient at the daily loss of hens. My uncle. it. it was so stale he could and did not feel justified in tonguing on it at all. Springfield Fox to With mouth opened nearly all winded. This for comedy was played with variations several days. or rather he laughed noisily gleefully.The ding hound.

The hound on Springfield Fox watch the dull face trotted to his lookout to the river flat below. my uncle remorse- lessly shot him in the back.V*^ gt the hens were disappearing. who was never afterward seen. and keep them out of mischief. the hole of an old enemy. and went out evenings with a gun and the two dogs. she could no longer spend time in breaking every track to the den. a skunk. and sowed the woodv. trusting to luck that our own dogs would not get them. and was not always at hand 211 . But still My the war himself.see what he could destroy. He determined to conduct uncle was wrathy. she passed them active contempt. to . But now that Vix had the whole burden of the brood. at the very moment when he was grinning over & new tiiumph. with poison baits. ' 's*~/< C. He indulged in contenjptuous remarks on my by-gone woodcraft. Formerly old Scarface was always ready to take charge of the dogs. Vix knew right well what a poisoned bait was by or else treated them with but one she dropped down .

The yellow. a hot trail to the den. vainly trying to decoy us away from her Meanwhile Paddy plied both pick and shovel with vigor and effect.The to Springfield Fox might be com- meet an I mislead the foes that ing too near. with pick and shovel to dig them out. 212 . Ranger followed and Spot. and returned to the is The end easily foreseen. frightened then Vix got off. by the simple deThe vice of springing on a sheep's back. baffled by the break in the soon did the same. and the shoulders of the sturdy digger were sinking below the level. while we and the dogs stood by. announced that the family was at home. knowing that there was now a hopeless gap in the scent. and led the dogs away off down the river. But the dogs. The whole secret was now out. where she shook them off when she thought proper. about in despair. den. and the whole The hired man came around family doomed. and then did his best to go in after them. Old Vix soon showed herself in the near woods. gravelly sand was heaping on both sides. the fox-terrier. to find Vix hanging treasures. animal ran for several hundred yards. trail.

high out of reach of the excited He gave one short squeal. brothers were thrown back into their nursery The bed. and whom she once away on a fruitless chase. and the little fox was soon chained in 213 . and were the four little woolly cubs. who hovered near in the woods. fourth fierce The and smallest was barely saved by holding his tail him by dogs. who somehow always seemed to more led get between. Pat called they are. and circled so near that she would have been shot but for the accidental protection of the dogs. and his poor mother came at the cry. ended the lives of three. end of the burrow. We guilty ones then went back into the bouse.The Springfield Fox After an hour's digging. Before I could interfere. little one saved alive was dropped into a where he lay quite still. sor It was the den at the : "Here " ! cowering as far back as they could. and buried under a few shovelfuls of earth. a murderous blow from the shovel. His unfortunate bag. enlivened by frantic rushes of the dogs after the old fox. and a sudden rush for the little terrier.

Late that afternoon as they strayed near the captive there was a sudden rattle of the chain. His woolly visage and form were strangely lamb-like and innocent. and though he afterward made several rushes he so gauged his leap as to win or fail within the 214 . Springfield Fox No one knew just why he was kept but in all a change of feeling had set alive. and the idea of killing him was without a supporter.- gleam of cunning and savageness as unlamb-like as it possibly could be. window now took the place of the holA number of hens of the breed he knew so well were about the cub in the My the yard. in. and the youngster dashed at the nearest one and would have caught him but for the He chain which brought him up with a jerk. As long as anyone was near he crouched sullen and cowed in his shelter-box. got on his feet and slunk back to his box. He was a pretty little fellow.The the yard. and it was a full hour after being ured to look out. but one could find in his yellow eyes a $. left alone before he vent- low basswood. like a cross be- tween a fox and a lamb.

scared a by the opening of window. sneaking out of his box. but going back at each slight alarm. An over the wood-pile. But the moment the end of the chain was reached the cub was rudely jerked from the old one's mouth. Once or twice this was repeated. few minutes later a shadowy form appeared on A The little one slunk into his the wood-pile. or at times biting it in fury while he held it down with as his fore paws. but at once returned and ran to meet his mother with show. peeped out.The Springfield Fox length of the chain and never again was brought up by its cruel jerk. As night came down the little fellow became very uneasy. then raising his little black nose he poured out a short quavering cry. box. and she. The far-away Yap-yurrr of the old fox. Suddenly he paused though listening. all Quick as the gladness that a fox could a flash she seized him and turned to bear him away by the road she came. and by the light 215 Stan* feet Ati Ml I* . hour afterward the cub had ceased to run fled I about or cry. Then an answer came. tugging at his chain. the time between being occupied in worrying the chain and running about.

the little one. side Here she had stretched herself bethem and vainly offered them their natural 216 . And Tip. warm On my going out she fled into the dark woods.The of the Springfield Fox moon saw the form of the mother at full length on the ground by the ing at it little one. gnawthe clank of iron told what. meanwhile was helping himself to a drink. food for the cub brought by the devoted mother. and by them were two of our hens fresh killed. bloody and still warm. The newly heaved earth was printed all over with tell-tale signs signs bedraggled bodies of her There lay the three ones. And in the morning I found the chain was very bright for a foot or two next the little one's collar. I again walking across the woods to the ruined found signs of Vixen. Here she had their usual meal. but there by the shelter-box were two little mice. something was that cruel chain. The poor heart-broken mother had come and dug out little the little baby foxes all smooth now. the spoil of her nightbrought ly hunt. On den. licked that told me that here by the side of her dead she had watched like Rizpah.

.

There she had lain. and mourned. .

but was resolved never to see her. had been poisoned and scattered through the woods and the only way to the . yard where Tip was tied. that a fox loves and a dog will not touch. for now she surely knew that her little ones were dead. The dogs were loosed to guard the hens.The old Springfield Fox drink and yearned to feed and warm them as of but only stiff little bodies under their soft . and unresponsive. breast. And yet each night old Vix was there to nurse her 119 . little wool she found. Tip the captive. and hocks laid in silent grief and watched them for long and mourned as a wild mother can mourn for its young. was now the heir to all her love. was by climbing the wood-pile after braving all other dangers. cold noses still and A showed where she had deep impress of elbows. The hired man had orders to shoot the old fox on sight so had I. the weakling of the brood. Chicken-heads. But from that time she came no more to the ruined den.

and by their straight-away tonguing through the far woods I knew they were chasing Vix. When filled it it was deep enough to half bury her. the hound had not come back. We soon knew why. she seized little Tip by the neck and turned to dash off up the woodpile. but alas only to have him jerked roughly from her grasp.The Springfield Fox baby and bring it fresh-killed hens and game. After half an hour there was a great outcry among the dogs. although she came now without captive. awaiting the querulous cry of the The second night of the captivity I heard the rattle of the chain. and again with earth. Then in triumph thinking she had gotten rid of the chain. and then made out that the old fox was there. hard at work digging a hole by the little one's kennel. she gathered into it all the slack of the chain. is . Poor little fellow. Away up north they went in the direction of the railway and Next morning their noise faded from hearing. he whimpered sadly as he ! crawled into his box. Again and again I saw her. Foxes long ago learned what a railroad they soon devised several ways of turning it 220 .

The scent. is to lead the hounds it straight to a high trestle just ahead of the train. For she seemed to think he had no food but what she brought. so that the takes them on and they are engine oversurely dashed to destruction. is destroyed by the train and there is always a chance of hounds being killed by the engine. That same night she returned to the yard before Spot's weary limbs could bring him back and killed another hen and brought it to Tip. It was that hen that betrayed to visits. would have no hand in planning further 221 . my uncle the nightly My own and I sympathies were all turning to Vix. and down below we found the mangled remains of old Ranger and learned that Vix was already wreaking her revenge. always poor on iron. But another way more sure. and stretched her panting length beside him that he might quench his thirst. but harder to play. This trick was skilfully played.The to account. Springfield is Fox to One way when hunted walk the rails for a long distance just before a train comes.

Again next night found my uncle on guard. Then when it became cold and the moon clouded over he remembered elsewhere. when there was no gunner Could it be of any use ? Driven all was still. for Next night my uncle himself watched. Soon after Another attempt made that night called forth Yet next day it was seen by another gun-shot. Springfield Fox gun in hand. would she make another try to feed or free her captive young one ? Mt . of the chain that she had come the brightness again and vainly tried for hours to cut that hateful bond. in wait next night. an hour. dark a single shot was heard. if not toleration. And bang an hour later left us sure only that powder had been burned. but Vix dropped the game she was bringing and escaped.The murders. In the morning we found Vix had not failed the loud bang ! ! her young one. for another hen had been taken. Such courage and stanch fidelity were bound At any rate. to win respect. other important business and left Paddy in his place. " But Paddy was " onaisy as the stillness and anxiety of watching worked on his nerves. off thrice with gun-shots.

a knife-like pang brought. But all had No. 223 . and every danger braved to tend him well and help him to be free. The mother's love was strong in Vix. this time. All means she knew she tried. heart and hate were true. but a She knew right higher thought was stronger. far from all this. Like a shadow she came and in a moment was gone. failed. and Tip seized on something dropped. little the quavering whine of the one was followed by that shadowy form when above the wood-pile. and crunched and chewed with relish what she But even as he ate.The Would she ? Springfield Fox Hers was a mother's love. the There was but one to watch them fourth night. or had she learned to trust his captors for his food ? The wild-wood mother's Her only thought had been to set him free. Had the keen huntress failed at last? Had she no head of game for this her only charge. But carrying no fowl or food that could be seen. Then little there was a momentary struggle and the fox was dead. shot through and a scream of pain escaped him.

the of all her brood. she quenched the when oner's mother in her breast and freed him by the one remaining door. 224 . But now at last she must choose for him a wretched prislife or sudden death. from the scene of a sorrowful life. It is when the snow told is on the ground that we take the census of the woods. but only this. may to leave be. she knew the poison and would have taught him had he lived know and shun it too. as many a wild-wood mother has gone. Or gone. Where she that she was Gone. deliberately. gone. perhaps. and it when the winter came me that Vix no longer roamed the woods of Erindale. by the means that she herself had used to free her last young one. to some other far-off haunt behind the sad remembrance of her murdered little ones and mate.The well the poison's bait. Springfield Fox to power . went it never told.

Vix. .

.

The Pacing Mustang .

.

with the air of a train-starter. " said " How's things on the Perico? Jo's pard." 229 . " " Nigh about chuck time? he asked. though this show of precision had never yet been justified by events. . "Seventeen minutes. " Hotter 'n hinges. turned his horses loose." said the cook glancing at the Waterbury. and went clanking into the ranch- house. said Jo. K." O.The Pacing Mustang O CALONE saddle on threw down his the dusty ground. " Cattle seem lots of calves.

and the idea now struck him To an Eastthat that colt was worth having. and again The dark colt the mustang bunch was seen. and the mustangs were forgotten. incredulously. Jo was along. " Chuck." shouted the cook. Cut loose. run them a mile or two. fun.The "I at Pacing Mustang seen that bunch o' mustangs that waters Antelope Springs. and more than one of the boys saw with his own eyes this oddity the mustang was a born pacer. a born pacer. couple o' colts along. Next day the scene of the roundup was changed. You had to crawl last bet. clean legs and glossy flanks . a fair dandy . an' an' never broke his pace. and the subject was dropped. an' I pushed them jest for make him break. Scarth. 230 . and he led the bunch. with thin." darned if I could " You didn't have no " That's on our soon all right. reefreshments along ? " said Scarth." A year later the same corner of New Mexico was worked over by the roundup. one little dark one. was now a black yearling. an' you'll get another chance as you're man enough.

and where an ordinary saddlehorse is worth $15 or $20. where an unbroken horse is worth $5. an' full of the All a black bronk wants is claws old Harry. for mustangs are hard to catch. perfectly useless and untamable to the last." as he 231 now . that wasn't to be wus'n Daniel's hull outfit of lions.' soft. Jo's pard wantin' to corral Jo's the yearling. the idea of a wild mustang being desirable property does not occur to the average cowboy. which soon take to the wild life and are thenceforth subsoil.The Pacing: Mustang: erner this thought may not seem startling or original. not only useless cumberers of the feeding-grounds. but commonly lead away do- a point of shooting for they are mestic horses. nor a black that wasn't hard as nails. and a black mustang ten times worse than worth" didn't see no sense in less. * Wild Jo Calone knew a bronk right down to "I never seen a white that wasn't nor a chestnut that wasn't nervous. but in the West. lost." Since then a mustang is worthless vermin. and when caught are merely wild animal prisoners. Not a few of the cattle-owners make all mustangs at sight. nor a bay good if broke right.

but of horned stock it was borne by a single old cow. to try that year. so as to give him a legal right to put his brand on any maverick (or unbranded animal) he might chance to find. and his old cow. though he heard of him from many quarters. of sinister suggestion. was already registered at Santa Fe. and when the thought came that the Black Mustang was ' his mascot. was only a cow-puncher on $25 a month.The Pacing- Mustang But Jo got no chance seemed intent on doing.' The roundup circled down fall to the Canadian River. ' that his property consisted of little more He than his saddle. the hogpen. Yet each fall. Jo could not resist the temptation to go to town with the boys and have a good time ' while the stuff held out. kept on hoping to make a strike that would So leave him well fixed with a fair start. and back in the by the Don Carlos Hills. He and tied to hours. he only needed a chance to make the try. and Jo saw no more of the Pacer. for the 232 . his bed. when paid off. Like most of the boys. an outfit of his own. he always looked forward to having a ranch and His brand.

deer-eyed made the scrub cow-ponies look like pitiful starvelings of some degenerate and quite different species. the %- the range. ' of of range horses and ' Chiefly interested was the L cross F many herds outfit. handle a better class of cattle and horses on Foster. that tall. and one of his ventures was ten half- blooded mares. into a small lake with a belt of sedge around of black mud. and the It has no spring a water-hole in the middle. was a man He believed it would pay to of enterprise. When the water is high it spreads it . it is when low there is a wide flat flow or outlet and yet is fairly good water. One the nine. was the favorite feeding-ground of was also the pasture cattle. clean-limbed. now a vigorous. young horse. rising three. of these was kept stabled for use. 233 . creatures. but after the weaning of their colts. or prairie as it would be called the Black Stallion. glistening white with alkali in places. I . was beginning to be talked of. This flat.C manager and part owner. the far- only drinking-place for many miles. but it ther north. Antelope Springs is in the middle of a great level plain.The Pacing Mustang colt.

hind. He seemed to inspire them too with his wildness. twenty miles to the southward. to later that sum- mer Foster went round them up. to the prairie of Antelope Springs. and the little cowbe- ponies that carried the men were easily left drew that This was maddening. greatly aroused.' But no chance came 334 .The managed to get Pacing Mustang away and wandered off on the range. he found the nine indeed. and would have been easily driven homeward but for a new and unThe Black Stallion became expected thing. of course. horse has a fine instinct for the road to the A best feed. prancing around and rounding up the bunch like an expert. and the nine mares drifted. The mares were gentle. and both men at last their guns and sought a chance to drop ' blasted stallion. and flying this way and that way drove the whole band at full gallop where he would. And when. but with them and guarding them with an air of more than mere comradeship was a coal-black stallion. his jet-black coat a vivid contrast to the golden hides of his harem. Away they went.

with his inky mane and tail great and his green-lighted eyes. it is certain that a wild ani- mal of uncommon gifts soon wins a large follow- And the ing from the harems of his rivals. for it made no change. the mares as wild as the Mustang.The Pacing Mustang that was not 9 to i of dropping one of the mares. that region and added to till ' his following ranged through all from many bands were in his not less than a score of mares bunch.' Most were merely hum235 ble cow-ponies turned out to range. kept his family together and southern sandhills. The was he. to be no way of saving them Scientists differ on the power of beauty and prowess to attract female admiration among the lower animals. A long day of manoeuvring Pacer. jaded ponies set out isfaction of vowing vengeance for their failure on the superb cause of it. but whether it is admiration or the prowess itself. but the nine . Black Horse. disappeared among the The cattlemen on their for home with the poor sat- One of the most aggravating parts of it was that one or two experiences like this would surely make and there seemed from it.

The

Pacing Mustang
there, a striking

group by According to all reports, this bunch was always kept rounded up and guarded with such energy and jealousy that a mare, once in it, was a lost animal so far as man was concerned,
themselves.

great mares were

and the ranchmen realized soon that they had gotten on the range a mustang that was doing them more harm than all other sources of loss
put together.

II
I was new in the It was December, 1893. country, and was setting out from the ranchhouse on the Pinavetitos, to go with a wagon to

the Canadian River.
finished his

As

I

was leaving, Foster

"And if you get a remark by: chance to draw a bead on that accursed mustang, don't
fail

to

This was the
I

first I

drop him in his tracks." had heard of him, and

as

gathered from Burns, my guide, I was full of the history that has been given.

rode along

I

curiosity to see the famous three-year-old,

and

236

The Pacing Mustang
was not a
little

disappointed on the second day
to

when we came

the

prairie

on Antelope

Springs and saw no sign of the Pacer or his band. But on the next day, as we crossed the A\a-

mosa Arroyo, and were
ahead, suddenly dropped
horse,

rising to

the rolling

prairie again, Jack Burns,

who was

riding on

flat

on the neck of his
in the wagon,

and swung back
:

to

me

saying

"Get

out your

rifle,

here's that

stallion."

I seized

my

rifle,

and hurried forward

to a

view over the prairie ridge. In the hollow below was a band of horses, and there at one end
was the Great Black Mustang. He had heard some sound of our approach, and was not unThere he stood with suspicious of danger. head and tail erect, and nostrils wide, an image of horse perfection and beauty, as noble an animal as ever ranged the plains, and the mere
notion of turning that magnificent creature into a mass of carrion was horrible. In spite of
< Jack's exhortation to shoot quick,' I delayed, and threw open the breach, whereupon he, al-

ways hot and hasty, swore
'

at

my
as

slowness,

growled,

Gi*

me

that gun,'
237

and

he seized

The
it

Pacing Mustang

I

turned the muzzle up, and accidentally the
off.

gun went

Instantly the herd below was great black leader snorted and

all

alarm, the

neighed and

dashed about.

And
in a

the mares bunched, and

away all went
of dust.

rumble of hoofs, and a cloud

now on this side, now and kept his eye on all and led and As long as I could drove them far away. see I watched, and never once did he break his
The
Stallion careered

on

that,

pace.

Jack made Western remarks about

me and my

gun, as well as that mustang, but I rejoiced in
the Pacer's strength and beauty, and not for all the mares in the bunch would I have harmed
his glossy hide.

Ill

There are several ways of capturing wild
horses.

One is by creasing that is, grazing the animal's nape with a rifle-ball so that he is

stunned long enough for hobbling. "Yes! I seen about a hundred necks broke
238

The Pacing
trying
' '

Mustangf

it,

yet,

was Wild

but I never seen a mustang creased Jo's critical remark.

it,

Sometimes, if the shape of the country abets the herd can be driven into a corral ; some-

down, but by
cal as

times with extra fine mounts they can be run far the commonest way, paradoxiit may seem, is to walk them down. The fame of the Stallion that never was known

to gallop

was spreading.

Extraordinary stories
'
'

and his wind, and when old Montgomery of the triangle-bar outfit came out plump at Well's Hotel in Clayton,
were told of his
gait, his speed,

and in presence of witnesses said he'd give one
thousand dollars cash
for

him

safe in a box-car,

providing the stories were true, a dozen young

cow-punchers were eager to cut loose and win the purse, as soon as present engagements were But Wild Jo had had his eye on this up.
very deal for quite a while; there was no time to
ignoring present contracts he rustled all night to raise the necessary equipment for the
lose, so

game.

By

straining his already overstrained credit,

and taxing the already overtaxed generosity of his friends, he got together an expedition con239

The Pacing Mustang
sisting of

twenty good saddle-horses, a messwagon, and a fortnight's stuff for three men ' himself, his pard/ Charley, and the cook.

out from Clayton, with the avowed intention of walking down the wonder-

Then they

set

fully swift

wild horse.

The third day they arrived

Antelope Springs, and as it was about noon they were not surprised to see the black Pacer
at

marching down to drink with
him.

all his

band behind

Jo kept out of sight until the wild horses each and all had drunk their fill, for a thirsty

animal always travels better than one laden with
water.

Jo then rode quietly forward. The Pacer took alarm at half a mile, and led his band away
out of sight on the soapweed mesa to the southeast. Jo followed at a gallop till he once more sighted them, then came back and instructed

who was also teamster, to make for Alamosa Arroyo in the south. Then away to the southeast he went after the mustangs. After a mile or two he once more sighted them, and walked his horse quietly till so near that they again took alarm and circled away to the south. An hour's trot, not on the trail, but cutting
the cook,
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The Pacing Mustang
Jo Again he walked quietly toward the herd, and again there was the alarm and flight. And so they passed the afternoon, but circled ever more and more to the south, so that when the sun was low they were, as Jo had
again in close sight.
expected, not far from Alamosa Arroyo.
across to

where they ought

to go, brought

The
after

band was again close starting them off, rode

at

hand, and
it

Jo,

to the

pard, who had been taking slow chase on a fresh horse.

wagon, while his easy, took up the

After supper the wagon moved on to the upper ford of the Alamosa, as arranged, and there

camped

for the night.

Meanwhile, Charley followed the herd. They had not run so far as at first, for their pursuer

made no

sign of attack, and they were getting used to his company. They were more easily as the shadows fell, on account of a snowfound,

white mare that was in the bunch.

moon

in the sky

now gave some

A young and relyhelp,

ing on his horse to choose the path, Charley kept him quietly walking after the herd, represented

by

that ghost -white mare, till they were lost in the night. He then got off, unsaddled and
241

The Pacing Mustang
picketed his horse, and in his blanket quickl}

went

to sleep.

first streak of dawn he was up, and a short half-mile, thanks to the snowy within At his approach, mare, he found the band.

At the

the

shrill

neigh

of

the

Pacer bugled his

But on the first troop into a flying squad. mesa they stopped, and faced about to see what
this persistent follower was,

and what he wanted.

For a moment or so they stood against the sky to gaze, and then deciding that he knew him as
well as he wished to, that black meteor flung his

mane on
after.

the wind, and led off at his tireless,

even swing, while the mares came streaming

Away
and
flying,

they went, circling

now

to the west,

after several repetitions of this

same play,
flying

following, and overtaking, and

again, they passed, near noon, the old Apache look-out, Buffalo Bluff. And here, on watch,
-

was Jo.

A

Charley to

come

long thin column of smoke told to camp, and with a flashing

pocket-mirror he
Jo, freshly

made

response.

mounted, rode across, and again the chase, and back came Charley to took up
242

All that day Jo followed. it tends to to stiffen the limbs his and spoil the wind. and far into the night. they were tiring out with perpetual travelThey were no longer in the good grass ling. and were more easily followed. the slight but continuous nervous tension was surely telling. when was needed. way. on a running animal is well known . and managed. and as far as pos- sible drink deeply at every encouraged. and above all. Jo care- horse against such excess. and there was Charley with a fresh horse and food. country. of which the wagon cut a small it At sundown he came to Verde Crossing. they were not grain-fed like the horses on their track. They were allowed. for the wild herd was now getting somewhat used to the presence of the harmless strangers. All the evening he followed. dogged chord. fully guarded and both he and his horse were fresh when they 243 own . that the herd should keep the great circle. The effect of large quantities of water chance. and then move on up stream. but made them very thirsty.The Pacing camp to eat Mustang- and rest. and Jo went on in the same calm. It spoiled their appetites. more- over.

At night Charley was supplied with a fresh horse and followed as before. and though they ran at first they did not go far before they dropped into a walk. of the band. for the chief difficulty in the is to keep track of the walk-down herd the first two or three days when they are ' ' fresh. in close sight. generally About ten o'clock. At dawn he found them easily close at hand. Next day the mustangs walked with heads held low. So far all had come out as exlope Springs. All that morning Jo kept in sight. Charley relieved him near Jose Peak and that day the mustangs walked only a quarter of a mile ahead with before and circled much less spirit than the day now more north again. and in spite of the efforts of the Black Pacer at times they were less than a hundred yards ahead of their pursuer. The chase had been in a great circle pected. fourth and fifth days passed the same and now the herd was nearly back to Anteway.The camped Pacing Mustang on the trail that night of the jaded mustangs. 244 The . The battle seemed nearly won now.

the band was clearly in Jo's power. of wind and limb. and it would be easy to rope and hobble them one by one. fresh and on The herd was kept from drinking till late in the afternoon and then driven out . worn and the hunters were back. Up and down he went rounding up the herd and urging them on by voice and example to escape. fresh horses. to the Springs to swell themselves with a perfect water gorge. There was only one weak spot in the pro- gramme. the cause of the hunt. seemed made of iron. that ceaseless swinging pace seemed as swift and vigorous now as on morning when the chase began. But the one who was the prize of all the hunt seemed just as far as ever out of reach. the 245 . skilful ropers in. dead beat. had dropped out hours ago. The half-bloods seemed to be losing all fear of the horsemen. The wild herd was back to its starting-point. But they were played out. for the Now was the chance for the on the grain-fed horses to close sudden heavy drink was ruination. the Black Stallion. almost paralysis. The old white mare that had been such help in sighting them at night.The Pacing- Mustang 1 with the wagon following a lesser circle.

though sane for long intervals. Such an animal would be a fortune in himself to sire a race of pacers for the track. She never would have come into Jo's possession but for a curious weakThe loco is a poisonous weed that grows ness. Stallion down. Most stock It acts will not touch it . but sometimes an animal addicted to it. The horseman's adoration of a noble horse had grown and grown.The Pacing Mustang- Here was a puzzle. Jo's finest mount She was a mare of Eastern blood. in these regions. till now he would as soon have thought of shooting his best mount on that splendid beast. even asked himself whether he would take Jo the handsome sum that was offered for the as firing prize. but raised on the up the hunt. that long week of following he had During watched the horse all day at speed and never once had he seen him gallop. Jo's comrades knew and would not have been surprised to him well see him in a sudden rage attempt to shoot the But Jo had no such mind. plains. 246 . But the prize was still at large the time had come to finish was caught. tries it and becomes morphine. somewhat like but the animal.

still and the Stallion.The Pacing Mustang has always a passion for the herb and finally beast with the craze is said to dies mad. in her eye that to an expert told the But she was swift and strong and Jo chose her for the grand finish of the chase. They could be separated from their black leader and But that leader driven home to the corral. leading off. went bounding forth still The lasso was flung on the to try the odds. and trailed to take out every kink. Jo. and away went Jo. It would have been an easy matter now to rope the mares. each at his best. A be locoed. 247 kept his start . but was no longer necessary. Straight across the open plain the fresh horse went at its hardest gallop. and kept his famous swing. rejoicing in a worthy foe. And Jo's best mount had a wild gleam tale. had the look of untamed strength. and ground gathered as he rode into neatest coils across Then putting on the spur the his left palm. Away he went. while the fagged-out mares scattered right and left and let them pass. first time in that chase he rode straight for the Stallion a quarter of a mile beyond.

Jo loosed the cinch. for all the mares 248 . and Jo put on more spur to his horse. put Lightfoot out of pain.The It Pacing. For the Black One whirled across the flat and up and passed a soapweed mesa and across a sandy treacherous plain. which fairly flew. but shortened up the space between by not a single inch. poor brute. Though badly bruised. and carWhile the ried back the saddle to the camp. down could he believe his eyes. was done for her beast. her eyes began to roll. and shouted was incredible. Pacer steamed away till lost to view. she wildly shook her head from side to side. This was not quite defeat. and on came Jo. Mustang. then over a grassy stretch where prairie dogs barked. but there to see. then hid below. no longer picked her ground a badger-hole received her foot and down she went. There was but one thing to do. the Stallion's start his grown longer still. and Jo went flying to the earth. he gained his feet and tried to mount his crazy But she. and Jo began to curse luck. off fore-leg hung loose. and urge and spur his horse until the poor uncertain brute got into such a state of nervous fright.

was also borne by countless beef and saddle stock on the plains of the unknown North. and Jo and Charley drove them carefully to the and claimed a good reward. 249 . that trip was Bates Mr. he prized him to strike more and more. and he preferred to go on a very meagre salary. He had made of. But no one who once saw the Pacer going had failed to catch the craze. which he said was on record at Denver. and which. and only sought better plan to catch him. keytrack. from his cattlebrand. seen what stuff he was ' L cross F ' corral But Jo was more than ever bound to own the Stallion. according to his story. Bates made some sarcastic remarks about horses not fetching $12 a dozen. which had been literally true within the year. When asked to join the trip as a partner.The Pacing: Mustang were manageable now. Thom- he called himself at the post-office where he regularly went for the letters and reOld Tom Turmittance which never came. the boys called him. some IV The cook on as Bates.

" carry my brand before the ' moon A " You'll have a ' to be pretty spry or you'll find triangle dot on his weather side when you " get there. you didn't shoot? " No.The He now Pacing Mustang Turkey-track experienced the usual change of wanted to own that mustang. was to be brought about he did not clearly see till one day there called at the ranch that had secured his services. I seen that thar Pacer to-day. him ? " Wall. from his cattle-brand. but I come near ' it. more usually known as Horseshoe While the excellent fresh beef and bread and the vile coffee. bread : Wall. heart." " " " What. H ' cow-puncher at the other end of the 'ill " I calc'late that maverick changes. he of the horseshoe remarked. How this ' O Bill Smith. it was like this I was riding the 250 ." "Don't you be led said a double-bar table. in tones which percolated through a huge stop-gap of Billy." mighty into no sich foolishness. dried peaches and molasses were being consumed. one.' as he put it. nigh enough to put a plait in his tail." " Where did you run acrost .

and there wa'n't no smell. he didn't look swelled or cut." 251 . thinking it might be some of our stock. an' I sez to meself. an' I didn't know what to think till I seen his ear twitch off a fly and then I knowed he was it. dead as a mackerel. and wish't you'd a He lept six foot in the air seen that mustang. I gits down me rope and coils pretty shaky in cinch.' cinch and git throwed I hits the saddle-horn a I crack with the hondu. Still. never seen that before. so I rides up close and seen it was the Pacer. an' seen it was a flat horse lying like plumb flat. eyes fairly bugged out an' he lighted out lickety split for California. so rides up. I'll only break me So an' lose me saddle. ' Tain' t no stallion. and me saddle a single : use. sez I ' and seen it was old and spots.200 Ibs. sleeping. and he orter be there about I now if he kep' on like he started and hull swear he never made a break the trip. The wind was blowing from him to me.The Pacing Mustang by Antelope Springs and I sees a lump on I knowed I the dry mud inside the rush belt. His an' snorted like he was shunting cars. an' me pony about 700 again a 1.

and from less infiltrated was much punctuated by present first to last was more or through the necessaries of life. for Billy was known heard. for it gave him a new idea. that is. Antelope Springs was still the usual wateringThe water being low left place of the Pacer. he took Horseshoe Billy into his council and the result was a partnership in a new venture to capture the Pacer. though the horned cattle had no hesitation in taking a 252 short cut through the sedge. animals usually kept to these trails. was broken by a well-marked trail made by the Horses and wild animals coming to drink.The Pacing The given here.000 that was now said to be the offer for him safe in a box-car. the $5. was a healthy young man without a But the account was comtrace of false shame. It Mustangf story was not quite so consecutive as engrossments. a broad belt of dry black mud between the At two places this belt sedge and the spring. Of all those who During his after-dinner pipe he studied it out and deciding that he could not go it alone. . old Turkeytrack talked the least and probably thought the most. be reliable. for Bill plete and everyone believed to it.

did not stop him. And the men went to a distance and hid in pits made for the purpose. About noon the Pacer came. The trail on the opposite side of the mud belt was little used. Tom. and it began to be very damp work before it was With poles. alone now since the capture of his band. brush. It was a hard twenty hours work for them as it had to be completed between the Mustang's drinks. by any caprice try to come by it What sleepless angel is watches over and cares for the wild animals ? In spite of all rea- sons to take the usual path. There was only one way now to prevent utter failure . indeed he should the unusual path. and old it. when he lowered his head for the second draft which horses 253 al- . then cleverly covered over and concealed. the Pacer came The suspicious-looking rushes along the other. 6 feet wide and 7 feet deep. and earth it was finished. he walked calmly to the water and drank. by throwing some fresh expected to make sure that if rushes across the Stallion would enter by the other.The Pacing Mustang trails In the most used of these set to the two men work with shovels and digged a pit 15 feet long.

and with one mighty bound he clears the fifteen feet of Angel of the wild things treacherous ground and spurns the earth as he fades away unharmed. and when he learned that others were bestirring themselves for the same purpose he at once set about trying the the plan by which best untried plan he knew the coyote catches the fleeter jackrabbit. 254 . Away went the Pacer at his famous gait Another second and he straight to the trap. would be into it. never again to visit Antelope Springs by either of the beaten paths. and when he raised his proud head Smith sent a revolver-shot into the ground behind him. that incomprehensible warning comes. and the mounted Indian the far swifter antelope- the old plan of the relay chase. to catch that Wild Jo never lacked energy.The Pacing: Mustang ways take. Already he is on the trail. and already they feel they have him. Bates and Smith quit their holes and ran swiftly toward the trail behind him. but the is with him. He meant Mustang.

were sent on ahead each man was instructed now to play his part and sent to his post the day before the race. but twenty mounts and five good riders were all that The horses.The Pacing Mustang The Canadian River on the south. with his wagon Springs and. that coal-black Horse. on the northeast. and at all times Antelope Springs was his headquarters. and walked calmly down to the Springs and circled quite around it to sniff for any hid- . and the Don Carlos Hills with the Ute Creek Canon on the west. waited. the Pinavetitos Arroyo. out from the sand-hills at the south. two weeks before. At last he came. this country well. all Jo knew Pacer. alone as always now. proved available. the day of the start Jo drove to the plain of Antelope far off in On camping a little draw. It was believed that he never went outside this. the water-holes and canon crossings as well as the ways of the If he could have gotten fifty good horses he could have posted them to advantage so as to cover all points. formed a sixty-mile triangle that was the range of the Pacer. its affluent. grain-fed for .

so lost again at every step. mane out level on the breeze ahead was gaining more and more. and then a long decline where Jo's horse dared not run his best. 256 . Jo watched and wished he would drink a But the moment that he turned hogshead. den foe. Then he approached where there was no trail at all and drank.The Pacing. and sought the grass Jo spurred his steed. at and the far-off rock ahead. and did not want a nearer view but led away. But the night-black they dashed. Arriba loomed up And and on there Jo knew fresh mounts were held. The Pacer heard the hoofs. Across the flat he went down to the south. then saw the running horse. Mustang. Then came a level stretch where the runner seemed to gain. nor But on they went. he lost at every bound. and kept the famous swinging his start gait that made grow longer. and steadying to an even pace he gained considerably and Jo's too-laden horse plunged through the sand and sinking fetlock deep. and Jo spared neither spur A mile a mile and another mile. Now through the sandy dunes he went. quirt.

and another hour relays. Jo came bounding on his foaming and leaped on the waiting mount. Straight for the place the One made. and on the upland once more drove in the spurs. for it was not wished to turn the dashed down. ga-lump. and raced. but on the last two miles some strange foreboding turned him to the left. the only one he knew. ting right across. with that unbroken pace. Jo seemed to gain. beat he went Ga-lump. and hard as they had raced this was the hardhis jaded est race of all. and the Stallion passed across and up the slope. Arroyo Alamosa just ahead with fresh and Jo yelled at his horse and pushed him on and on. and pushed mount at any cost to head him off. and drawing his gun he fired shot after shot to toss the 257 . race. Arriba Canon reached at the watcher stood aside. and raced and raced.The Pacing Mustang last. And not a single inch he gained. with gasps for breath and leather Then cutsqueaks at every straining bound. Black and Jo foresaw escape in this. ga-lump with measured an hour an hour. then urged him down the slope and up upon the track. but steed.

His horse was done. and away they went up and down on the rolling plain the Black Horse flecked with snowy foam. Down His eyes were flying alkali dust. With dust and sweat the Black was now a keep him straight dappled brown. and on they went past towns of prairie dogs. And there a freshly mounted lad took up the chase and turned it west. fresh steed. through soapweed tracts and cactus brakes by scores. for thirty miles had passed in the last stretch. but still he stepped the same. and Jo himself was worn burnt with out. His heaving ribs and noisy breath showed what he felt but on and on he went. followed. Steed who by pushing at the very start. The Stallion crossed and they went. and spurred 258 . Pacing- Mustang forced and so turned the Stallion's head and him back to take the crossing to the right. when in an hour the long decline of Alamosa came. Jo sprang to the ground. And Tom on Ginger seemed to gain. had hurt his Young Carrington." Out shot the rider on a strong. then lose and lose. He was half blind "go ahead and so he motioned to his 'pard' to for Alamosa ford.The dust. and pricked and wrenched rode on.

his eyes and lips were burnt with sand and salt. The sun was in hot. Sharp to the north he went. was crueller to his mount and to himself. and that way the indomitable rider tried to turn the race. Just one misstep and down they went. cruel to the Mustang. of the inner warning born perhaps the Pacer turned. rode and rode and yelled and tossed the dust with shots. but down a gulch the wild black meteor streamed and Jo Then came the hardest race could only follow. Jo. Mustang and urged him now to cut across a gulch at which the Pacer shied. The only chance to win would be if he could drive the Mustang 259 dim . Far in the west the Carlos Hills were seen. the scorching plain was shimmering heat. of all . This was close to old Gallego's ranch where Jo himself had cut across refreshed to push the Within thirty minutes he was again chase. the skilful wrangler. the pony lies there and the wild Black Horse kept on. The boy escaped. and there Jo knew fresh men and mounts were waiting. scorching the Pacer's trail. and yet the chase sped on. and Jo.The Pacing. but by a sudden whim. but yet.

The Pacing Mustang back to Big Arroyo Crossing. It foot. was near when big Arroyo ford was reached fully twenty miles. and his short half mile of start was down by more than half. . ing to the stream and gorged himself with water till he died. and still they went But they turned again. His mane and tail were not just quite so high. was morning when Jo came to camp on His tale was briefly told eight horses : dead safe five men worn possible out the matchless Pacer and free. splashed through the stream and then passed on with Jo at speed behind him. a single gulp. " 'Taint it can't be done. and night the same. he gulped Then Jo held back Black would drink. Sorry I 260 . An hour and another hour. But Jo was game. but still he stayed ahead and paced and paced and paced. in hopes the foaming But he was wise . Now almost for the first time he saw signs of weakening in the Black. And when ahead they last were seen the Black was on out of reach and Jo's horse boundjust ing on. he seized The one he left went gaspthe waiting horse.

Away went the mustang at his famous pace. .

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as was his habit." Then falling back on : still Scripture for a precedent. An* Adam would a loafed in Eden yit ony for a leetle failing which we all onderstand. and gave it up. But it did not drive him away from Antelope Springs. That was the only drinkingplace with absolutely no shelter for a mile on Here he came every side to hide an enemy." said Jo. He interest as anyone." Much persecution had made the Pacer wilder than ever. VI Old Turkeytrack was cook on this had watched the chase with as much ' ' trip. 263 . an' would a stayed done ony for a nat'ral weakness on his part.The Pacing Mustang didn't bore his hellish carcass through when I had the chance. An* it aint $5000 I'll take for him nuther. and when it failed he grinned into the That mustang's mine unless pot and said I'm a darned fool. he addressed the pot : " Reckon the Philistines tried to run Samson down and they got done up.

a spare lasso. His had been a lonely life all winter since the capture of his harem. The grass was greening and all nature seemed turning to thoughts of love. a nice little The old cook's chum had brown mare which he judged would serve his ends. and when the little brown mare was picketed out to graze she raised her nose from time to time to pour forth a long shrill whinny that surely was her song. now opened and 264 filled with water that . mesas was gone and the springtime was at the hand. he mounted the mare and rode away to the famous Springs. It was in the air. if song she had. and the loud. bored at. Old Turkeytrack studied the wind and the There was the pit he had lalay of the land. and after thoroughly spying the land approached to drink. of love. and of this old Turkeytrack was fully aware. sweet song of the prairie lark was heard on For the bright snowless winter of every side. and a stout post hobbles.The Pacing Mustang almost every day about noon. and taking a pair of the strongest a spade. Cat- tle were lying about in groups. A few antelope skimmed over the plain before him in the early freshness of the day.

and set his heart aglow. tying the long end to the post. enough then dug a hole and spread his blanket little . till she then on the ground be- tween he spread his open lasso. and neighed again once more. Down he came at that long swinging gait. black against the sky. and paced all around in a great circle to try the wind for his The Angel whisfoes. large in it. and went into his hiding-place.The Pacing: Mustangf was rank with drowned prairie dogs and mice. after long waiting. Here was the new trail the animals were forced to near make by the pit. was the famous Mustang. again to call. then took alarm. and seemed in doubt. and there. away to the west. " But the brown mare called pered He circled nearer still. and got reply that seemed to quell all fears. grassy ground. then covered the rope with dust and grass. firmly sunk the post. the amorous whinny of the mare was answered from the high ground. and got answer Nearer he came that surely touched his heart. About noon. and first to hide in. ' ' 265 . shortened up the could scarcely move He mare's tether. Don' t go. but grown crafty with much pursuit. he often stopped to gaze and whinny. He selected a sedgy clump some smooth.

but all in The rope was strong. thrust aside all thoughts of danger. a hopeless prisoner Old Tom's ugly.The Pacing Mustang Nearer still he pranced. The second lasso was deftly swung. noose flew tight. his ^- A Tom snort of terror and a bound in the air gave the chance to add the double hitch. and down he went a at last. as /: hind legs for a moment stood within the evil One deft sharp twitch. 266 . and he was caught. and finding her as responsive he well could wish. strength and desperate bounds of awful force the great beast dashed and struggled to be free. and snake-like those mighty hoofs. the circle of the rope. Terror lent speed and double strength for a moment. as he pranced around. until. till he touched Solly's nose with his own. and then with a skilful move vain. little crooked form sprang from the complete the mastering of the great glorious creature whose mighty pit to had proved as nothing when matched With snorts with the wits of a little old man. The bound loop flashed up the line. and abandoned himself to the delight of conquest. but the end of the rope was reached. and the forefeet caught. captive.

how was this to be done with the near- branding-iron twenty miles away ? Old Tom went to his mare. and taking passed away. stood by and watched. He trembled nervously from head to he had not done since he roped his first and for a while could do nothing but gaze on tremendous prisoner. foot. and had come unprepared for something of imIn Western law the Mustang was the portance. while he put on the hobbles. took up her hoofs one at a time. but a strange revulsion of feeling came over the old cow- Tom puncher. thought he stopped.The Pacing Mustang drawn together. and down went the raging Pacer to lie a moment later ' hog-tied and helpless on the ground. soon done. but on a sudden He had quite forgotten. of the first man to mark him with his property brand est . and examined each shoe. roped the great horse about the neck. his the second lasso. sobbing great convulsive sobs the feet were ' while tears ran down his cheeks. as steer. and left the mare to hold the Stallion's This was head. Yes ! 267 . There he struggled till worn out. But the feeling soon He saddled Delilah. and sure of him now old Bates was about to loose the ropes.

his only possible gait a shuffling walk. headed him off again and again. felt all there was to do was to take him were loosed. Buffalo chips and kindred fuel were plentiful about the plain. and he soon had one hot. his brand. the Mustang was free. and got it off. first time really The Pacer shudflesh. the it had ever been used. he pushed and pried it with the spade. and manoeuvring. crazy captive 268 . threatening. northtrived to force his foaming. or else a desperate labored bounding with feet so unnaturally held that within a few yards he was inevitably thrown each time he Tom on the light pony tried to break away. and by dint of condriving. thought he sprang to his feet only to fall as soon as he His forefeet were strongtried to take a stride. so a fire arm of the horse-shoe red was quickly made. and The ropes himself freed. and the famous Mustang Stallion was a maverick no more. then holding the other wrapped in his sock he rudely sketched on the left shoulder of the helpless mustang a that turkeytrack. ly tied together. dered as the hot iron seared his but it was quickly done. Now home.The Pacing Mustang one was a little loose .

masterful and cool. From this the first corral and ranch-house were in sight. and now they were at the head of the draw that took the trail down to the only crossing of the canon.The Pacing Mustang But the ward toward the Pinavetitos Canon. relentless. the they had come. The man rejoiced. wild horse would not drive. would not give in. defied the swinging. were not now and the spray he snorted as he But his gasped was half a spray of blood. Up. him on. With snorts of terror or of rage and maddest It bounds. he tried and tried to get away. northmost limit of the Pacer's ancient range. still forced captor. in vain attempt to turn his frenzied course. but the Mustang gathered his remaining strength for one more desperate dash. was one long cruel fight j his glossy sides were thick with dark foam. and the foam was stained with blood. every yard a fight. up the grassy slope from the trail he went. his straining bounds first this way and then that. Countless hard falls and exhaus- tion that a long day's chase was powerless to pro- duce were telling on him. slashing rope and the gunshot 269 fired in air. Down the slope toward the canon quite so strong. .

lifeless land upon the rocks below. up and on. a but free. 2 JO .The Pacing Mustang. sheerest cliff he dashed air. above the then sprang away into the vacant down and wreck down two hundred downward feet to fall. Up.

Wully The Story

of

a Yaller

Dog

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Wully
The
Story of a Yaller
a
little

Dog
A
yaller

WULLY was

yaller dog.

dog, be it understood, is not necessarily the He is not simply a same as a yellow dog. canine whose capillary covering is highly charged

He is the mongrelest with yellow pigment. mixture of all mongrels, the least common mulall dogs, the breedless union of all and though of no breed at all, he is yet breeds, of older, better breed than any of his aristocratic

tiple

of

relations, for

he

is

nature's attempt to restore

the ancestral jackal, the parent stock of all dogs. Indeed, the scientific name of the jackal.

(Canis aureus) means

simply

'yellow dog,'

and not a few of that animal's
plebeian cur
is

characteristics are

seen in his domesticated representative.

For the

shrewd, active,
275

and hardy, and

Wully
far better

equipped for the real struggle of life than any of his thoroughbred kinsmen. If we were to abandon a yaller dog, a grey' '

hound, and a bulldog on a desert island, which of them after six months would be alive and
well?

Unquestionably

it

would be the de-

has not the speed of the greyhound, but neither does he bear the seeds of lung and skin diseases. He has not
spised yellow cur.

He

the strength or reckless courage of the bulldog, but he has something a thousand times better,

he has common sense. Health and wit are no mean equipment for the life struggle, and when the dog- world is not managed by man, they
'
'

have never yet

failed to

bring out the yellow
survivor.

mongrel

as the sole

and triumphant

Once in a while the reversion to the jackal type is more complete, and the yaller dog has Beware of him then. pricked and pointed ears.

He

is

wolf.

cunning and plucky and can bite like a There is a strange, wild streak in his

nature too, that under cruelty or long adversity may develop into deadliest treachery in spite

of the better

traits that are

the foundation of

man's love

for the dog.

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.

Yet he never learned to despise that addle-pated Robin. was that of a sheep-dog. and an old shepherd who was scarcely inferior to them in intelligence.Wufly WAY up in the Cheviots little Wully He and one other of the was born. a His early yellow beauty. at length had such confidence in his sagacity that he would frequently stay at the tavern all night while Wully guarded the woolly idiots in the hills. in company trained with an experienced collie who him. grown and had taken a thorough course in He knew them from ram-horn to lamb- hoof. with all his faults. his The old Shepherd. his master. continual 279 . and old Robin. His education had been wisely bestowed and in most ways he was a very bright little dog with a future before him. his brother because he resembled the best dog in the and himself because he was little life vicinity. By full the time he was two years old Wully was sheep. litter were kept .

laird. and when this man. and yet for the sum of five shillings a week all Robin's vital energy and mental force were pledged to the service of a not very great cattle and sheep dealer. The great factory chim- neys were just starting up for the day and belch- ing out fogbanks and thunder-rollers of opaque leaden smoke that darkened the air and hung low like a storm-cloud over the streets. moors and markets. of Wully 's was uneventful. Wully could not have imagined any greater being than Robin. and Wully repaid him with an exaggerated worship that the greatest and wisest in the land would have aspired to in vain. The sheep thought that they recognized the fuming 280 . the real proprietor of Wully 's charge. the most interested and interesting.Wully striving after his ideal state intoxication and his mind-shrivelling life in general was rarely brutal to Wully. The journey through Northumberland was At the River Tyne the sheep were driven on to the ferry and landed safely in smoky South Shields. really less great than the neighboring ordered Robin to drive his flock by stages to the Yorkshire all the 376 mentalities concerned.

who was stolidly watching the process. stung with shame. "Wully." After this mental effort his he sat down."WuIIy dun of an unusually heavy Cheviot storm. Away he ran in 374 different direcand headed off different wanderers. He 281 was not long gone to when a small boy pointed out Robin that . Thur's anither. They became alarmed. Robin was vexed his to the inmost recesses of tiny soul." And Wully. and taking out half-finished knitting began work on a sock. not Robin gave the sign Finally Wully tions. had toed off his sock. The old shepherd proceeded to count them 370. 372. "Wully. said reproachfully. that all were in. 373. bounded off to scour the whole city for the missing one. 371. He stared stupidly after the sheep for half a minute. lit his pipe. and rounded up the 374 and brought them back to the ferry-house before Robin. of To Wully the voice of Robin was the voice God. then gave the order. and in spite of their keepers stampeded through the town in 374 different directions. fetch them in." he a' " thar no 1 here.

and yet he knew that Wully's pride would prevent his coming back without another sheep. Now Robin was in a quandary. if Wully stole an extra sheep to make up the number. it was a pity to lose him. His sorrow was pitiful to see. he searched. And how cares. across to the other side. he fared no one knows or Meanwhile. sulted in embarrassing complications. and spent the rest . where for Robin. Wully was a good dog. and reit.WtiHy the sheep were all there. What should he do ? There was five shillings a week at stake. even if he had to steal Such things had happened before. the whole 374. then took the ferryboat about whimpering. and again. and at night. famished and day worn out. He decided to abandon Wully. then what in a for- eign land too ? and push on alone with the sheep. he sneaked shamefacedly back to the only to find that master and sheep had He ran gone. his orders from the master . ferry. His order was to hasten on to Yorkshire. Wully careered through miles of streets All hunting in vain for his lost sheep. He 282 and searched everyreturned to South Shields and searched there. but then.

and his post. atically to smell ferry. tell and Soon starvation and worry began to grew thin and ill-tempered. everyone that might cross the The ferry makes fifty trips a day. touch him. after day. significant shrewdness he sought un- and with ceasingly in the neighboring taverns for his The next day he set to work systemmaster. yet never once did Wully fail to be on the gang-plank and smell every pair of legs that crossed 5. week after week Wullf never respect watched and waited for his master. He No one could interfere with his daily occupation of leg-smelling roused him to desperation. The next day he continued his search. and any attempt to on him. 10. Day came.000 legs that day did Wully examine after his own and fashion.Wully of the night seeking for crossed his wretched idol. the week he kept seemed indifferent to feeding himself. watched and smelt everyone that came over. all And the next day. with an average of one hundred persons a trip. the next.000 pairs. who to The ferry men 283 learned . he He and recrossed the river many times.

and he stayed. and in spite of my friendly overtures during the ten months following that he con- tinued his watch. I got no farther into his confidence than any other stranger. There was only one thing to prevent him going home to the hills. At first he scorned their proffered food and shelter. but starved to it at last. But he gave me no second glance. he ac- cepted the gifts and learned to tolerate the Although embittered against the world. and lived no one knew how. the godlike Robin. His post. his heart was true to his worthless master. givers. wished him to stay by the ferry . but the conviction that Robin. bright. once he found my legs were not those he quaintance. ure attend For two whole years did this devoted creat* that ferry. not the distance nor the chance of getting lost. He sought. Fourteen months afterward I made his ac- He was still on rigid duty at his had regained his good looks.Wtilly Wully's fidelity. But he crossed the water as often as he felt . keen face set off by his white ruff and pricked ears made a dog to catch the eye anywhere.

We had never heard what became of Robin. He never failed to sense every pair of nethers that crossed the gang- 6. new personality." But further explanation was not necessary. But all His unswerving fidelity never though his temper was obviously souring under the long strain.Wully The fare for a dog it would serve his purpose. and he fixed his every sense on the drover. he is mair like hort me. and it was calculated that Wully owed the company hundreds of pounds before he gave up his quest. One of the ferry hands not understanding. 285 . changed.000. to faltered. suddenly mane he trembled. " Hoot mon. tail He Wully 's manner had wholly fawned on the drover.000 legs by computation had plank been pronounced upon by this expert." to " Whaes hortin *im. yemaunna hort oor dawg. but one day a sturdy drover strode ferry-slip down his the and Wully mechanically assaying the started. and his for the first was wagging violently time in years. no purpose. ye fule . was one penny. a low growl escaped him. bristled. called to the stranger.

Nature meant him for a frontiersman. where he became once more a sheep-dog in charge of a flock. Wully's new home was on 286 the upland east of . the landlord. he abandoned his post at the ferry and announced his intention of sticking to plainly the owner of the mittens. is a shrewd and sturdy Yorkshireman. and the mittens and comforter he wore were of Robin's own make and had once been robe. but cir- cumstances made him an innkeeper and his inborn tastes made him a well. never mind . there was a great deal of poaching done in that country. the drover. and Jo Greatorex. single but celebrated inn.Wully A few words made it all clear. part of his wardthe traces of his masrecognized II Monsaldale is one of the best-known valleys The Pig and Whistle is its in Derbyshire. Dorley. had known Robin very well. ter. Wully and despairing of any nearer approach to his lost idol. and Dorley was wellpleased to take Wully along to his home among the hills of Derbyshire.

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been but little cheese. watching them while they and bringing them to the fold at night. and the final retreats in the rocks are so plentiful that it was a marvel the foxes did not over- But they didn't. when a sly old fox quartered himself on the fat parish. his These Wully guarded with old-time sagacity. 289 . and on the moors had a large number of sheep. The best. and fed rather too ready to show his teeth to strangers. Dorley. but he was so unremitting in his attention to his flock that Dorley did not lose a lamb that year. like a mouse inside a run Monsaldale. and that fact was not without weight in bringing me to Monsaldale. high stone walls. farmed in a small way on the lowland. although the neighboring farmers paid the usual tribute to eagles and to foxes. He was several times run by the Peak hounds.Wully tne valley above Jo s inn. He was reserved and preoccupied for a dog. There had reason for complaint until the year 1881. and precipices are too numerous to please the riders. and laughed equally at the hounds of the huntsmen and the lurchers of the farmers. ? His master. dales are poor The rocky fox-hunting country at ridges.

the stanch290 . Once in this gorge. lambs or sheep. and when one of the ^y^"" soon hounds who nearly caught this Devil's Fox after went mad. and. Carroll lost seven the next night. and finally began. it removed all doubt as to the spiritual paternity of said fox. even by the huntsmen. was known never was only that he was a very large fox.Wufly and escaped by making for the Devil's Hole. as do many old foxes. at least one that made a very large track. where the cracks in the rocks extend unknown distances. The country folk began to see something more than chance in the fact that he always escaped at the Devil's Hole. finally Of this course all the slaughter was attributed to It one fox of the Devil's Hole. the vicarage duck-pond was wholly devastated. he was safe. and scarcely a night passed but someone in the region had to report a carnage of poultry. He continued his career of rapine. lost ten lambs in one night. to kill from Thus it was that Digby a mania for slaughter. making audacious raids and hair-breadth escapes. He And it clearly seen. Later. even calves. was noticed that Thunder and Bell.

and the red-haired gentleman lived his life.t Fen hounds in the pack. and as I turned the corner of Stead's sheep-fold there was a vivid flash of lightning. led by Jo. was a very large fox gazing at me with 291 . farmers in Monsaldale. Sitting on haunches by the roadside. His reputation for madness sufficed to make the master of the Peak hounds avoid the neighborhood. twenty yards away. had refused to tongue or to follow the trail when he was hunted. get rid of the ' daft fox in The any way they could. trail a track that betrayed He usually finished up his night's on the turf. By its light. Once I saw him. Notwithstanding his madness. agreed among themselves that if it would only come on a snow. or on a public highway. left He never ate where he killed. He never came two successive nights to the same farm. they would assemble and beat the whole country. and in defiance of all ' rules of the hunt. there was fixed on my ret- ina a picture that his made me start. he did not lack method. But the snow did not come. and he never his retreat. I was walking to Monsaldale from Bakewell late one night during a heavy storm.

He seemed to like Dorley. active Wully was more than a match for him. This was the more remarka- ble because he lived in the centre of the region raided. and never one was The Mad Fox might prowl about the missing. were found the bodies of twenty-three lambs and sheep. Dorley's eldest daughter. in that very fold. Night he brought in the sheep. and he might have been a popular pet but temper which. gestive manner.malignant eyes. but no more. brave. never genial. and the unmistakable signs that brought marauder. became more and more crabbed. and not only saved his master's flock. Dorley after night shrewd. for his 2Q2 . Faithful Wully proved himself worth all the dogs in the neighborhood. but Wully. homestead if he wished. but himself escaped with a whole skin. but the next morning. and licking his muzzle in a sugAll this I saw. or thought myself mistaken. and might have forgotten it. home the crime to the well-known that There was only one man who escaped. Everyone entertained a profound respect fo? him. and Huldah. and within one mile of the Devil's Hole. and was Dorley.

his slightly bristling mane the only sign that he had not been suddenly turned to stone. and not wishing to quarrel. I was walkon a pathway across the moor behind Doring ley's house.a shrewd. Instantly. he seemed to hate. Once more I came up and. in manager of the house. brushed past his nose. drew near he arose. he seized my left heel. There he stood silently and intently regarding the distant moor. but the rest of the world. His uncanny disposition was well shown in the last meeting I had with him. The other bers of Dorley's family Wully learned to ate. Wully at once left his position and in the same eerie silence trotted on some twenty feet and again stood across the pathway. but without a sound. As I Wully was lying on the doorstep. He did not stir as I came up. and without appear- ing to see me trotted toward my pathway and placed himself across it about ten yards ahead of me. handsome. the capacity of general young woman. was Wully's special guardian. who. I stepped around past his nose and walked on. 293 . I kicked out with the other foot. memtoler- men and dogs. stepping into the grass.

Wully but he escaped. many a far-weltered ewe did he turn right side up . Poor Widow Gelt lost her entire flock of twenty sheep. the burly farmers set tell-tale tracks in out to follow to the finish the 294 . late in farmers were their nightly tribute to the Mad still paying Fox. while his keen eye discerned and his fierce courage baffled every eagle that had appeared on the moor in his time. Ill The Monsaldale snow came. I flung a He leaped forward and the large stone at him. bowling him over into a ditch. him. stone struck him in the ham. He gasped out a savage growl but scrambled out of the ditch and limped away in silence. Many were the tales of rescues told of Many a poor lamb that had fallen into a pond or hole would have perished but for his timely and sagacious aid. he was always gentle with Dorley's sheep. and With guns unconcealed the fiery cross went forth early in the morning. when the December. as he fell. Yet sullen and ferocious as Wully was to the world. Not having a stick.

thereby getting to the 9 moor road. though some said a larger one had left the road to enter a sheep-fold. then it came to the river and the habitual cunning of the animal was trail shown. side there was only after mile higher up the stream. 295 . a quarter of a top of Henley's high stone wall. Some claimed that the But Jo track went up. and it was long searching that. undoubtedly For awhile the the multo-murderous villain. others down the road. The track then ran to the But at the other no track leading out. along which he had trotted straight to Dorley's farm. and leaving this without harming the occupants. unfrozen current. pointing He down reached the water at a long angle stream and jumped into the shallow. the track-maker had stepped in the footmarks of a countryman. settled it. those of a very large fox. where there was no snow left to tell tales. When it crossed the smooth snow from the wall to the high road there was a difference of opinion. they found where he had come out. But the patient hunters persevered.Wty the snow. was clear enough. and after another long search they 9 found where apparently the same trail.

As the hunters drew near the house.That day the sheep were kept in on account of the snow and Wully. last An' ah fur one don't believe as its 'is night." replied In vain the company related the history of 296 . "that dog o' thine 'as killed twenty of Widder Celt's sheep. a fresh follow. Jo Greatorex walked up to where Wully had crossed the fresh snow. without his usual occupawas lying on some planks in the sun. o* that in las' work." others recalled for Some agreed with doubt in the trail Jo. looked dumbfounded. But : there's the killer of the Widder's yowes." said Jo." " "Aye! night's We's seen summat Jo. Dorley came out of the house. the and were going back to At this juncture. "Tom. himself 1 make first killin'. mon. thou art crazy." said Tom. with emphasis " Lads. savagely and sneaked around to where the sheep were. then pointing to the retreating sheep-dog. we're off the track of the Fox. " Ah never 'ad a better sheep-dog 'e fair loves the sheep. he said.' Why. he growled tion. gave a glance.

we'll ha* na Wully. If it. ' ' Why." That night Huldah stretched herself on the it's and Wully slept as usual underneath the As night wore on the dog became restHe turned on his bed and once or twice got up. Tom swore that it was nothing but a jealous conspiracy to rob him of Wully. "ah'll sleep 'as i' the kitchen the night. tin' oot ah'll see sheep's killed Wully an' if ae he's way of getno oot an* proof settee table. and never a hoof have ah Tom became much excited over this abomin- able attempt against Wully's reputation and life. "Feyther." said she. Jo and his partisans got equally angry. He window. on the country-side. lost. stretched. less. Huldah lay still the motionless girl.Wully the morning. 297 . mon. Never is oot till he's let to bide wi' the yowes. looked at Huldah and lay down again. he's wi' oor sheep the year round. About two o'clock he seemed no longer able to resist arose quietly. looked toward the low then at some strange impulse. and it was a wise suggestion of Huldah's that quieted them. " Wully sleeps i' the kitchen every night.

hour she lay wide awake listening clock. and 298 . Then. and lay down again. She put more wood on For over an the fire. easing down the frame finally on his rump and tail with an Then he adroitness that told of long practice. From her couch Huldah watched in amaze- ment. Wully slowly sniffed and breathed his doggy came near and She made no move. He nudged her gently with his nose. intending to call her father at once. After waiting for some time to make sure that he was gone. She peered into the darkness. but on second thought she decided to await more conclusive proof. disappeared into the darkness. table without noise.Wtifly and breathed as though sleeping. it paw underneath. Still no sign. she arose. Then changhe put his nose under the sash and raised high enough to slip out. placed his nose under the sash-bar and raised the light frame until he could put one ing. mounted the breath in her face. to the kitchen and starting at each trifling sound. with his sharp ears forward and his head on one side he studied her calm face. but no sign of Wully was to be seen. He walked quietly to the window.

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she realized that the weird fox of Monsal was before her. and completed her perplexity. She heard a slight sound at the window that made her heart jump. he down. at Raising herself. Another hour slowly tick-tocked. and exclaimed 301 . The dog lay zle. There could no longer be any doubt that Jo was right and more a new thought flashed into her quick brain. and his jaws and snowy breast were dashed with fresh blood. she looked straight : Wully. The scratching sound was soon followed by the lifting of the sash. ized the girl. wild gleam in his eye. as she did not move. By the flickering fire-light Huldah could see a strange. be possible that he had really killed the widow's sheep ? Then the recollection of his gentleness to their own sheep came. ceased his slight panting as he scrutinThen.Wtilly Could it wondering what the dog was doing. Huldah had seen enough. and began to lick his paws and muzonce or twice as though at growling lowly the remembrance of some recent occurrence. and in a short time Wully was back in the kitchen with the window closed behind him.

and grated on the bone. but she threw her arm in time. girl was taken unawares. His eye gleamed. and Wully recoiled as though He gave a desperate glance toward the shot. and his mane But he cowered under her gaze. she flung Wully was a light weight. and Wully's long. gleaming up tusks sank into her flesh. as the yellow fury. his life or hers now. until quite close. he sprang with the fury of a tiger. bit and tore the unprotected hands that had so often fed " Feyther ! feyther him. then. The game was ! up. and grovelled mercy. striving to kill her. " she < fey ther fey ther Help help ' ! The ! ! ! shrieked. But there could be no mis- taking his purpose. for her throat. Wully.Wully "Wully! Wully! ye terrible brute. Her voice was fiercely reproachful. and for a moment him off. ' ' so it's a' true oh. to lick her feet. closed window. but without a sound. bristled. it was " she screamed. as if on the floor as though begging for Slowly he crawled nearer and nearer. it rang in the quiet kitchen. 302 .

and honored retainer trusty. and again before a deadly blow from the fagot- Straight at him. and lay forever still. fierce. on the stone floor. in the same horrid siland savagely tore him again ence sprang Wully. then straightened out. desperate. dashing him. he would soon have had her by the throat. 303 . treacherous where so long he had been a faithful and Wully. when in rushed Dorley. bright. but game and defiant to the last. now hook disabled him. gasping and writhing. and done Another for. blow scattered his brains on the hearthquick stone. Wully.In vain she fought to hold him off. quivered a moment.

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for the She walked slowly. woods were full of enemies. crouching low as she went. down toward the crystal brook that by some strange whim was called Mud Creek. a call to the little balls of mottled down that on their tiny pink legs softly came toddling after. She was uttering a soft little cluck in her throat. Her little ones were one day old but already quick on foot. and peeping and plaintively if left even a few inches 307 . and she was taking them for the first time to drink.Redruff The Story of the Don Valley Partridge OWN the Hill the wooded slope of Taylor's Mother Partridge led her brood.

scarcely bigger than acorns and but a day two old. Always for enemies she seemed seeking for friends were too scarce to be looked and an enemy she found. sure that now he was from being seen. a fourth into a hole. scattered far (a few inches) apart to hide. till all were hidden but one who could find no cover. a third crawled into a curl of birch- bark.Redruff behind. were twelve of them. so squatted on a broad yellow chip and lay very flat. They was still. and in a few moments would trail. and the little bits of things. and so on. but Mother Grouse watched them all. He was coming their way. and closed safe his eyes very tight. ceased their frightened peeping and all Mother Partridge flew straight toward the . and the whole woods and the sky itself. another between roots. surely wind them or There was no time to lose. Away across the level beaver meadow was a great brute of a fox. One dived under a leaf. strike their 'Krrr! Krrr /' (Hide! Hide!) cried the mother in a low firm voice. and seeming so fragile they made the There very chicadees look big and coarse. and she watched every bush and tree and thicket.

dear One often hears of the no She was no fool. ! is compared with a mother-partridge. mercy from a bloodthirsty. Wait and see what a fool he cunning of the fox. It was most extraoras A winged partridge and he. cruel fox ? Oh. seeming a trifle less made another clumsy forward spring and tumbled down a bank. following. fast seemed dinary. and then flung herself on the ground. Elated the prize so suddenly within his reach.Rebuff dreaded beast. she still a trifle faster. but. Rey309 . oddly he went and leaped. almost enough. just caught her tail. she flopped by chance just a foot out of reach. flopping as though winged and lame and whining like a disoh. the at least. but the great brute snapped his jaws and bounded over the log. but somehow a sapling came just between. while she. He fol- lowed with another jump and would have seized her this time surely. he didn't quite catch the bird . and the partridge dragged herself awkwardly away and under a log. alighted fearlessly a few yards to one side of him. so dreadfully lame Was she begging for mercy tressed puppy. keenly lame. and Reynard. fox turned with a dash and caught at no.

the partridge seemed to gain strength as the fox put forth his. and stood for a moment fondly to admire the perfect stillness of her children. bird's With a wild she keen memory for places. not so very badly concealed all. had not budged. the Swift-foot. he now remembered that this was not the first time he had been served this very trick. Meanwhile Mother Partridge skimmed in a great circle and came by a roundabout way back to the little fuzz -balls she had left hidden in the woods. It was really shameful. and the little on the chip. racing that was somehow all away from Taylor's Hill. and. worst of all. Even fellow at her step not after one had stirred. nor did he now . had not caught her in five But minutes' racing. went to the very grass-blade she last trod on. the bird got unaccountably quite well. till 310 . rising with a derisive whirr.Redruff nard. and. though he never knew the reason for it. flew off through the realize that woods leaving the fox utterly dumfounded to he had been made a fool of. he little bit only closed his eyes a tiny the mother said : harder. and after a quarter of a mile race.

every hole little baby-partridge. but which his mother could not have missed thrice as far. But the flag of truce he carried friend . the biggest of them all really. and were proportionThere was an open happy. and. the mother gathered the little things under the shadow of her spread fantail and kept off all danger of sunstroke until they reached the brier thicket by the stream. and no doubt thought themdreadfully noisy. and lives up to it too. with a sweet little ' ' down selves ately joined in. after a careful lookout for enemies. behind was enough. children) and instantly gave up its like a fairy story. opened his biglittle eyes and ran to the shelter of her broad peep peep which an enemy could not have heard three feet away. 311 . space to cross on the road to the water. and the wee fellow on the chip.Redraft ' K-reet /' (Come. The sun was hot now. He was an old and among other things the little ones learned that day that a flag Bunny always sails under of truce. and all the other thimblefuls of tail. Here a cottontail rabbit leaped out and gave them a great scare.

old one stepped on top. claws. looked about a moment. then came the drink. and the earthen the slope. little drinking and giving thanks like their mother. made a note of this takes a then gave half a dozen vigorous rakes with her The friable ant-hill was broken open.Redrtiff And Creek. in ruins galleries scattered down The ants swarmed out and quarrelled ran around the with each other for lack of a better plan. with twenty-four twelve sweet little golden heads gravely bowing. while a few of the more 312 . twelve little brown and golden balls on pink-toed. to the far side of the beaver-meadow. keeping the cover. the purest of liv- ing water. though silly men had called it Mud to At first the little fellows didn't know how drink. It number of such domes to raise a brood of For this was an ant's nest. in-turned feet. Then she led them by short stages. but they copied their mother. Some hill with vast energy and little sensible began purpose. where was a great grassy dome. and soon learned to drink like her and give thanks after every sip. The partridges. There they stood in a row along the edge. The mother had dome some time before.

and a merry time they had scrambling after the delicious eggs as their mother broke open more ant-galleries. and picked it up again and again and clucked. little coming to the ones. and so had learned to eat. they lay for all that afternoon. the one that sat on the chip.Kefaff to carry tridge. though they had . they lay on their sides like their mother and scratched with their tiny feet and flopped with their wings. and sent them and till their contents rolling little down the bank. then one little yellow fellow. dropped it a few times. With their strong ant it bent for copying. and on a sandy bank. well screened by brambles. the runt had Within twenty minutes even learned. then yielding to a sudden impulse. picked But the old parup one of these juicy-looking bags and clucked and dropped it. every little crop that could eat no more. then swallowed it The young ones stood around. picked up an ant-egg. and learned how pleaswas to feel the cool powdery dust running between their hot little toes. partridge had so crammed his he was positively misshapen and Then all went cautiously up the stream. away fat white eggs. swallowed it.

and under the interlac- ing briers that kept off all foes of the air. day the chicks were much stronger They no longer had to go around little an acorn they could even scramble over pinetags that cones. .Rebuff no wings to flop with. were now to be rows of Their fat blood-quills. dead leaves that would prevent an enemy's silent approach on foot. only a little tag among the down on each side. inherited habit. and there among the crisp. to show where the wings would come. II The on third their feet. good a few reliable instincts. son. she cradled them in their feather-shingled nursery and rejoiced in the fulness of a mother's joy over the wee cuddling things that peeped in their sleep and snuggled so trustfully against her warm body. It was instinct. and on the marked the seen blue places for their wings. and a germ of realegs. that is. which taught them to hide at the word from their 314 . That night she took them to a dry thicket near by. start in life was a good mother.

week later the the feathers were well out. but it was instinct that taught them to follow it under the shadow of her was reason which made them keep tail when the sun was smiting down. their training had gone on. They knew that the finest grasshoppers abounded in the long grass by the brook . and a whole family of down-clad babies were strong on the wing.RecJruft mother . Meanwhile. kwit* (Fly. and when one evening at the onset of a skunk the mother gave the word Kwit. On the next. green worms . they knew that the currant-bushes dropped fatness in the form of smooth. and from that day reason entered more and more into their expanding lives. and when she gathered her ' brood on the piney hill he was missing. fly). back for hours after he came out he ran less and cheeped more than his brothers. And yet not all -poor little Runtie had been sickly from the his first. they knew . Next day the blood-quills had sprouted the tips of feathers. He bore his half-shell on . her. Runtie was left behind. and they saw him no more. they knew that the dome of an ant-hill rising against the distant woods stood for a garner of plenty .

After a fortnight the little ones began to droop and she herself did not feel very well.Re&tsS that strawberries. they knew that the huge danaid butterflies were good. It was one in use by many different birds. and though they 316 ate . It was now July. the this last Moon of Berries. jackets. and the children led the way with such enthusiasm. They took their daily dust-bath. woolly worms. that yellow. though not really insects. They were always hungry. also. and were now so large them the mother all was kept standing night. safe game. agreeable quality. were almost as delicious . and that a slab of bark dropping from the side of a rotten log was sure to kinds abound in good things of many different and they had learned. but of late had changed to another higher on the hill. The chicks had grown and flourished amazingly during that in her efforts to cover month. that she forgot her mistrust. if they could only catch them. mud-wasps. and at first the mother disliked the idea of such a sec- ond-hand bath. and hundred- leggers were better let alone. But the dust was of such a fine.

it proved a biting. sown with parasitic and now again to shun. and that all of the family were infested. she The eager. month ago she would have passed it but now she tried the unattractive berries. ish craving for something. feverknew not what. it came. or try. drastic purge. led her to eat. thinner. A The acrid burning juice seemed to answer some strange demand of her body . was worms. it came as hard on her a ravenous hunger. better . a feverish headache. everything that looked eat- able and to seek the coolest woods. the danger . by. mother-bird's knowledge of healing was only to follow natural impulse. No natural impulse The is without a purpose. But when She could not know that the dust of the muchused dust-bath. she ate and ate. they one and all grew thinner and The mother was the last to be affected. the all (headful secret foe was downed. and her family joined in the strange feast of No human doctor could have hit it physic.Re&tiff enormously. that her true instinct taught her to mistrust at first. She never knew the cause. and a wasting weakness. And there she found a deadly sumach laden with its poison fruit.

he who once sat on the yellow chip for concealment. but there were still a fool and a lazy one. The mother could not help caring for some more than for others.RecfruB passed. Enweakest. the remedy was too severe for them. The weaklings were gone. for a skunk. They drank and drank by the and next morning did not move when stream. by inexorable law. Seven little partridges mother's call. the same that could have told where Runtie went. feebled by the disease. found and devoured their bodies and died of the poison they had eaten. the most obedient. and handsomest of the His brood. but best of all. and he never failed to respond to her soft 318 . the others followed the mother. The nurse. Strange ven- geance was theirs now. now obeyed the Their individual characters were early shown and now developed fast. the old had come too late for two of them. rrrrr* (danger) did not the others from a risky path or a always keep doubtful food. and her favorite was the biggest. strongest. dropped out. But not for all Nature. but obedience seemed natural to mother's warning * him. He was not only the biggest.

It was time to roost in now the trees. as heretofore. except one. where the glint of two close-set eyes . and the mother began to introduce grown-up ways of life. but they were too big to need that. August. and minks were beginning to run. foxes. called ' K-reetJ and flew into The nate little little fool ones followed. went by. so at sundown Mother Partridge a thick. skunks. the Molting Moon. an obstiwho persisted in sleeping on the It ground time. lips. low tree. They knew just enough to think themselves wonderfully wise. The young weasels. by his There was a broken only by a horrid sound of crunching bones and a smacking of then stillness.Redruff K-reet' (Come). the young ones were now three parts grown. and of this obedience he reaped the reward. When they were small it was nec- essary to sleep on the ground so their mother could shelter them. The ground grew more dangerous each night. brothers were slight awakened scuffle. for his days were longest in ' the land. was his all right that but the next night cries. They peered down 319 into the terrible dark- ness below.

Many ends are gained by the whirr. escape notice. could easily baffle by taking to a tree. with seeds and grain in place of berries and anteggs. though not unusual for some little one with cold was feet to perch on her back. Six little partridges now sat in a row at night. The partridges knew well what a fox was. ' rise on the wing is silently if it wishes.' September came. but whir- so important at times that all are taught ring how and when to rise on thundering wings. or by squatting. it with their mother in the middle. but they when in the Gunner Moon old Cuddy came prowling through the ravine with his bob-tailed 320 . It warns other partridges near that danger is at hand. and gunners in place of skunks and minks. Their education went on. A fox they knew but had scarcely seen a dog. while the others sneak all it off in silence. or it fixes the foe's attention on the whirrer.Redruff and a peculiar musty smell told them that a mink was the killer of their fool brother. unnerves the gunner. ' A partridge adage might well be foes and food for every moon. and about this time ' A partridge can they were taught whirring.

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Rebuff yellow cur. Two of the out. the strange bob-tailed fox came under the tree and yapped and yapped at them. 323 . so much never noticed a rustling in the bushes was a loud Bang f bang f and down so that they till there fell two bloody. no taxes. He had no wealth. Ill Cuddy lived in a wretched shanty near the His was what Greek would have demonstrated to be an philosophy ideal existence. no social pretensions. fly). north of Toronto. brood thought it a pity their mother should lose her wits so easily over a fox. and no property to speak Don. to be seized and mangled by the yellow cur until the gunner ran from the bushes and rescued the remains. and were pleased to show their superior nerve by springing into a tree in spite of her earnestly repeated ' Kwit ! kwit ! ' and her example of speeding away on silent wings. the mother spied the dog and cried < Kwit! kwit!' (Fly. They were much amused at him and at their mother and brothers. flopping partridges. Meanwhile.

with as much out -door of.Rebuff His life was made up of a very little work and a great deal of play. He considered himself a true ' sportsman because he was fond o' hunting' and took a sight o' comfort out of seein' the critters 1 hit the mud' when his gun was fired. showed keen observation. The neighbors called him a squatter. but there was nothing surprising in Cuddy's being out a fortYet he managed to esnight ahead of time. This. but had been heard to remark he could tell the month by the ' taste o' the patridges. cape punishment year after year. tridges began September i5th. but was unfortunate proof of something not so creditThe lawful season for murdering parable. He rarely shot his birds. life as he chose. brood in . He shot and trapped the year round. and looked on him merely as an anchored tramp. preferring to pot which was not easy to do when the and accounted 324 for the leaves were on. and even contrived to pose in a newspaper interview as an interesting character. also no doubt.' if he didn't happen to know by the almanac. and varied his game somewhat with the season perforce. on the wing.

and not The an old lesson was yet more deeply graven * Obedience is long life.' the mother-bird led off her four survivors. and it was owl time. The nights were . heavy tread on the limber boughs never failed to give them timely But the leaves were falling now warning. little grouse thus learned that a dog is a fox. the height saved them from foes on the ground. too.Recfruff the third ravine going so long unharmed the near prospect of other gunners finding . and left them nothing to fear but coons. This was every month its foes and its food. so pocketed the two he had killed and returned to the shanty. which protected them from foes in the air .' The rest of September was passed in keeping quietly out of the some old enemies. had stirred him to go after ' a mess o' He had heard no roar of wings when birds. Barred nut time. owls coming down from 325 the north doubled or trebled the owl population. but them now. and must be differently played . long thin way of gunners as well as They still roosted on the of the hardwood trees among branches the thickest leaves. whose slow.

' Kreet. and the little one who had Squatted on the chip. He stuck to his swinging nearly naked. so the mother changed the place of roosting to the thickest foliage of a hemlock-tree. Their ruffs had begun to show.Redraft getting frosty and the coons less dangerous. A cock's is much larger and blacker and is Once in glossed with more vivid bottle-green. and ruff is whose Such a bird is sure to be a wonder to all who know him. : a while a partridge vigor. is born of unusual size and not only larger. Only one of the brood disregarded the warning elm-bough. and a great yellow-eyed owl bore him off before morning. green. the eldest. but by a peculiar kind of intensification is of a deep coppery red. Just the tips. kreet? now but they were as big as she was . . gold. he of the chip. and had alwavs done whaJ. indeed one. iridescent with violet. The ruff is to the partridge what the train is to the peacock his chief beauty and his pride. to tell what they would be like when grown. Mother and three young ones now were left. was bigger. and not a little proud they were of them. A hen s ruff is black with a slight green gloss.

he found himself feels. show how well he loudly. leaped the sunlit on the times. clear. acting on some impulse from within. thumped the air again and again till he filled the near woods with the loud tattoo of His brother the fully grown cock-partridge. as the grouse family were basking with full crops near a great pine log on edge of the beaver-meadow. and sister heard and looked on with admiration $27 . and tickled with the discovery of his new power. strutted up and down a couple of to air.Redruff he was told. Then. just as a colt frisks to bright. into all the glory of a gold and copper ruff for this was Redruff. then. developed before the Acorn Moon had changed. log. about mid-October. they heard the far-away bang of a gun. and Redruff. until. IV One day late in the Acorn Moon. yielding the elation of the he whirred his wings bracing in loud defiance. that is. drumming. the famous partridge of the Don Valley. he whirred yet more unwittingly. giving fuller vent to this expression of vigor.

Daylight finds them in all sorts of absurd places.Redraft and surprise . And the wisest of them do They of foolish things at this period. They become possessed of a mad hankering to get away somewhere. . In early November comes the moon of a foe. it does not matter much where. for is again the but in the very catching. partridges go crazy in the November moon of their first year. but from that time she began to be a little afraid of him. perched on telephone wires in a great city. not all wholly without parallel among mankind. in buildings. at speed over the all sorts country by night. or dash into lighthouses. in open marshes. It always takes the young badly their first year. go drifting. it third season it is practically unknown. or even on board of coasting vessels. relic of a bygone habit of migraeffect. it and it has at least one good breaks up the families and prevents the constant intermarrying. or locomotive headlights. and they may have it second fall. perhaps. weird By a strange law of nature. so did his mother. and are cut in two by wires. The craze seems to be a tion. which would surely be fatal to their race.

journeys. The least vigorous of the flock were most affected. The first sign of it came when a flock of wild The geese went honking southward overhead. necked hawks. and watched them with intense interseeing that their mother est. and from that time things were no more the same. They watched those arrowy trumpeters fading away to the south. The little family was scattered. and sought out higher perches to watch them farther yet. and when it was the November madness came. clanging cry that moved it solely the inner prompting then come to the surface ? A strange longing to fol- low took possession of each of the young ones. The November moon was waxing. 329 . and were afraid of them. Was it them. There was nothing to do but care for their health and keep them in the quietest part of the woods. they took courage. and the maples shedding their crimson and gold. full. young ones had never before seen such longBut had no fear.Recfruff Redraft' s mother as she knew it was coming as soon saw the frost grapes blackening. Redruff himself flew on several long erratic night The impulse took him southward. or was the wild.

till the first snow had found him fully equipped with snow-shoes and ice-creepers. the Snow Moon came with rosehips. and made it hard to keep one's perch while pulling off the frozen buds. and grapes . but every month brought its food and its foes. horny points. solitude. and the waning of Mad Moon found him once more Mud Creek Glen. the in the Food grew ruff scarce as winter wore on. The Mad Moon brought madness. But nat- ure had prepared him for the slippery footing . his toes. Red- clung to the old ravine and the piney sides of Taylor's Hill. RedrufFs beak grew terribly worn with the work. so he turned again. so that even when closed there was still an opening through behind the hook. but absolutely alone.Recfruff but there lay the boundless stretch of Lake Ontario. and these grew with the growing cold. so slim and trim in September. had sprouted rows of sharp. and the Stormy Moon brought browse of birch and silver storms that sheathed the woods in ice. The cold weather had driven 33<> .

They were the most . and he remembered the time when they had seemed such big. where amel- anchier and Virginia-creeper swung their fruitbunches. and Castle Frank. as well as Chester woods. with its banks of silver-birch. He was quite alone so far as kindred were Wherever he went he could concerned.Re*nsff away most of the hawks and it owls. new foods. see the jolly chickadees scrambling merrily about. important creatures. Before absurdly cheerful things in the woods. He son men soon found out that for some strange reawith guns did not go within the high fence of Castle Frank. farther on. so that things were nearly balanced. and checkerberries glowed beneath the snow. His flight in search of food had daily led him till he had discovered and explored the Rosedale Creek. and made impossible for his four-footed enemies to approach unseen. the autumn was fairly over they had begun to 33i . but that scarcely seemed a hardship. and grew wiser and more beautiful every day. with its grapes and rowan berries. learning new places. So among these scenes he lived his life.

' and kept it up with good heart more or less all o S|irinp . and they redoubled their optimistic announcement to the world in an I-told-you-so mood. till at length the waning of the Hunger Moon. gave his bill the needed chance to grow into first its soon the Very proper shape again. our February. and ex' ' posed great banks of fragrant wintergreen. cawy and old 332 Silverspot. ending frozen browse. for the sun gained strength and melted the snow from the southern slope of Castle Frank Hill. and early one day in the dark of the Wakening Moon of March there was a loud ' Caw. Soon good support was found. the king- .Redmff sing their famous refrain. feast for whose berries were a bounteous the Red- hard work of pulling ruff. and. 'Spring Soon.soon b through the winter's direst storms. bluebird came flying over and ' warbled as he flew The spring is coming? The sun kept gaining. seemed really to lend some point to the ditty.

Away down the valley was Cuddy's shanty. they them. rested till once more in Mud Creek Glen. Redruff felt it thrill him through and He sprang with joyous vigor on a through. thump. and yet it was something within that chiefly seemed to move The chickadees went simply wild . spring now now sang Spring now now.' All nature seemed to respond to this. a thundering Thump.' But Redruff skimmed away in silence. He heard the drum-call on the still morning reckoned there was a cock patridge to and came sneaking up the ravine with his git. came swinging along from the south at the head of his troops and officially announced 'THE SPRING HAS COME. nor gun. thump. the opening of the birds' New Year.' that wakened dull echoes as it rolled. how And stump and sent rolling down the little valley. and voiced his gladness in ' the coming of the spring. their ' Spring now. thunderrrrrrrrr. And there he mounted the very log where first he air and < 333 .Redniff crow.' so persistently that one wondered they found time to get a living. again and again.

and beauty. thump. badly scared.Rerfrtiff had drummed and rolled his loud tattoo again and again. His ruff finer. a rose-red comb. Why does a happy boy holla ? Why does a lonesome youth sigh? They don't know any more than Redruff knew why every day now he mounted some dead log and thumped and thundered to the woods . thump. his eye brighter. and the clumsy snowshoes were wholly shed from his feet. grew out above each clear. ran home. day he sought the favorite log. then strutted and admired his gorgeous blazing ruffs as they flashed their jewels in the sunlight. thunder-r-r-r-r-r-rrrr* ' Thump. and his whole apgrew Day after a new 334 . Whence now came the strange wish for someone else to admire the plumes? And why had such a notion never come * ' till the Pussywillow Moon ? Thump. to tell his mother he was sure the Indians were on the war-path. and then thundered out again. till a small boy who had taken a short cut to the mill through the woods. keen eye. thunder-r-r-r-r-r-rrrr he rumbled again and again. for he heard their war-drums beating in the glen.

But oh ! he was so lone- some now. his keen ear caught a sound. as the really. till on a day early in loveliest May. sible ? Could it Yes ! there it was a form another be posa shy little hide. and he had drummed and longed. Yet what could he do but blindly vent his hankering in this daily drum-parade. now bashfully seeking to In a moment he was by her side. He turned to a statue and watched . when the trilliums had fringed his log with silver stars. he knew he had been watched. And how he spread and flashed his proud array! that that would please ? and contrived to stand plumes catch the sun. then drummed again. soft chuckle that just as must have been ' sweet nothings of another good race. Won. lady grouse. a gentle footfall in the brush. as he strutted and flashed in the sun. if only he had known.Recfruff pearance splendid to behold. His whole nature swamped by a new feeling burnt up with thirst a cooling spring in sight. and strutted and utto How He came he know puffed his just right to tered a low. for clearly now her heart was won. For full three days she had come at the loud tattoo and * 335 . days ago.

chance. Oh. and felt a little piqued that he had not yet found out her. was never so bright. submissive grace the desert passed. his ear. when his mar- for her quick return ? music from the log announced him restless There was a woodland Why should mystery here he could not clear. And that great noble bird came daily on his log. But why sometimes alone ? Why not forever with his Brownie bride ? Why should she stay to feast and play with him for hours.Recfruff coyly admired him from afar. and drummed for very joy of being alive. and the piney air was balmier sweet than dreams. her stay with him grow daily less till it was 336 . so So it was not quite all misclose at hand. that little stamp that caught But now she meekly bowed her head with sweet. perhaps. those were bright. then take some stealthy chance to slip away and see him no more tial for hours or till next day. sometimes with her and sometimes quite alone. glad days in the The sun lovely glen of the unlovely name. the parch-burnt wanderer found the spring at last.

VI Good fathers are rare in the grouse world. at all. wild. and Redruff. and thenceforth joined himself to the brood. as of day. old. then away up-stream on another log. as at first. and was just a little dashed to find the brood with claims far But he soon accepted stronger than his own. to minutes. and skimmed the hill to another But on the fourth ravine to drum and drum.Re&uff down came and one day at last she never Nor the next. peeping par- Redruff skimmed to her side. terribly frightening the bright-eyed downlings. careered on lightning wing and drummed on the old log. the place of the nest from the father and meets 337 . and there was little ing Brownie bride with ten tridges following after. the change. at their earliest tryst. caring for them as his father never had for him. The mother-grouse builds her nest and hatches She even hides out her young without help. when he came and loudly called her. he heard a sound in his miss- the bushes. nor the next.

had escaped the eye of the squirrel. Some fathers take no interest in their little ones. far in the his yards behind. preening on a high log. with their mother leading the way. with the Runtie straggling Redruff. watched the procession of downat lings rear. even to the forBut on the getting of their splendid father. she When Brownie's had filled had taken them with her at the father's call.Redruff him only at the drum-log and the feedingis ground. whose strange perverted thirst for birdling blood was roused at what seemed so feathers 338 . little ones came out they her every thought. while the father ranged near by or followed far behind. but Redruff joined at once to help Brownie in the task of rearing the brood. The hill-side very next day. a red squirrel. as they went from the down toward the creek in a somewhat drawn-out string. and could toddle along. like beads with a big one each end. They had learned to eat and drink just as their father had learned long ago. third day. which the club-house of the grouse kind. when they were strong enough. or perhaps the dusting-place. peeping around a pine-trunk.

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Redruff saving Runtie. .

but as they trampled vainly round the edge. up which the young one ran and rejoined his brothers . This was a fix. and sent him reeling. The family went on toward the water. there. he made a dash. but Redruff did. With murderous intent to cut off the hindmost straggler.Redruff fair a chance. he staggered and wriggled into a brush-pile. cutthroat . formed a long slope. The partridges left him lying and what became of him they never knew. the knob-joints of the wings. but a cow had left deep tracks in the sandy loam. where he had expected to carry the little grouse. and. He flew for that red-haired his fists. his weakest spot. and into one of these fell one of the chicks and peeped in dire distress when he found he could not get out. running down. and what a blow At the first onset he struck he could strike the squirrel square on the end of the nose. his weapons were that is. Neither old one seemed to know what to do. but he troubled them no more. and there ! lay gasping with red drops trickling down his wicked snout. the sandy bank caved in. Brownie could not have seen him until too late.

alert to care for her darling chicks. and never flinched at sight of any foe. the man away just as her mate hide). how she strained her little brown tail almost to a half-circle to give them a broader shade. whichever seemed the best for her little ones. signal to the children. and was. came right along. and by the old but never failing trick led him on a foolish chase away back down the valley of the Don. night and day. How proudly she stepped and clucked through the arching woods with her dainty brood behind her . fly they had it a meeting with old Cuddy he was out with his gun. and Tike. came so dangerously near the Brownie brood that Redruff ran to meet him. ' and Brownie. but held ready to fight or fly. krrr' (Hide. Full of a mother's devoted straight for the brood. Before the chicks could .Re&uf! under the broad veranda of tail. 342 . ranging ahead. as it chanced. his dog. of small keen of wit and sense. But Cuddy. ran to lead had led the dog. giving the Krrr. their mother's stature. Up the third ravine he went. but Brownie was a bright little mother. though was June.

This gunner brute knew the young must be hiding near. and still bravely. kill And failing again to strike her. though begging for mercy. then sprang with a roar of wings right in his face. 343 . devoted Brownie into quiverbloody rags. and firing charge enough to a bear. steadfast less little ones. raised his gun. but little Brownie was quick. she avoided the blow and limped behind a sapling. so looked about to find them. and he struck at her a savage blow . there to beat herself sore distress. and as moaned Cuddy. and tumbling on the leaves she shammed a lameness But that for a moment deceived the poacher. then slowly when she dragged one wing and whined about crawled away. down with a But she moved in time to balk him. his feet. to lead him from her help- she flung herself before him and beat her gentle breast upon the ground. he blew poor brave.Rebuff love. and skilled in the learning of the till woods. she ran in silence quite near. But ing. he knew just what that it was all a trick to lead it meant him from her brood. upon the leaves again in and seem so lame that Cuddy try to strike her made another stick.

Redruff had taken the yellow brute away off down-stream. trous eyes. to be thrown to the dog. rising. taking her remains. and. and neither knew nor cared. six little balls of down unveiled their lusKreet. and now returned to where he left his mate. kreet. Brownie's feathers.Rebuff no one moved or peeped. Redruff sought about and found the bloody spot with feathers. and more than one of the silent little sufferers he trampled to death. but four feathered little bodies had found their graves in344 . The murderer had gone. and now he knew the meaning of shot. and then a change at the Back to the thought of their helpless brood. as He saw not one. ran to ' meet him. scattered that around. barely more than half. he tramped about with heedless. and called the well-known Did every grave give up its little inmate at the magic word ? No. but feet. Who can tell what his horror and his mourn- The outward signs were few. draggled look. hateful he crossed and crossed again their hidingground. some ing were ? minutes dumbly gazing at the place with downcast. ' hiding-place he went.

splendid in his He gleaming copper feathers. and when the Gunarrived they were a fine family of six Moon grown-up grouse with Redruff. but drumming to the lark . was sure that Redruff called again and again. but more reliable. till he all who could respond had come. had ceased to drum during the summer after the loss of Brownie. where barb. flourished. also splendid plumes and braced spirits revived. and when the molt was over and September food and weather had renewed his love-song. is to the parit is tridge what singing it is is while his an expression of exuberance born of health. far. and how to meet the ills that harass partridge-life. that the They grew and ner summer passed and not a chick was lost. him up again. offer a less Here the brood grew and were trained by mother had trained him. grateful. at their head. He knew so well the country round and all the feeding-grounds.wire fences and bramble thickets were found to shelter.deed. his and finding himself one day 345 . wider knowledge and experience gave though their father just as his him many advantages. far away up-stream. then led them from that dreadful place.

was living in the glen when the snow came. loose Then snow into the holes the wind blew the their pure white bed-clothes. and the drifts up all day. and drummed again and again. and beat the air in the loud tattoo. flaky snow. leading the family to a birch-tree above a deep drift. the snow-fall ceased. But Redruff's brood were of a vigorous stock. the family squatted for the night under the low. It was light. but the frost grew harder still. At night. and as the weather was not very cold. From that time he often drummed. wits. their robust health meant robust and though they got the craze. while his children sat around. so Redruff.Rebuff near the old log he mounted impulsively. with his remaining three. and only three had flown away for good. flat boughs of a cedar-tree. Redruff. it passed within a week. father's or one who showed his blood would mount some nearby stump or stone. The black grapes and the Mad Moon now came on. piled same. for the 346 . and thus tucked in they slept in comfort. But next day the it grew colder. dived into the snow. and the others did the storm continued.

A fall of heavy flakes gave place to sleet. and the air passes through enough for breathing. come drift. His life had been made up of keen joys and dull hardships. The night This was the though it wind veered to the east. but easily turned to one side and rose on the wing at RedrufFs morning Kreet. and when the grouse awoke to quit their beds. Next morning each partridge found a solid wall of ice before easily him from ( his frozen breath. Hammer and struggle as he might he could make no impression.) first night for them in a snowwas an old story to Redruff. and that to silver rain.Rcdmff snow it is a warm wrap. children. kreet. and next night they merrily dived again into bed. with frequent sudden desperate 347 . But a change of weather was brewing. and the north wind tucked them in as before. but there the hard. they found themselves sealed in with a great cruel sheet of edgeless ice. fly. and only bruised his wings and head. white sheet defied his strength. ruff The deeper snow was still quite soft. kwit? (Come children. The whole wide world was sheathed in ice. and Redbored his way to the top.

but not from the pangs of hunger. grew At first they had been afraid the fox would come and find them imprisoned there at his mercy. and they crouched in utter stillness till he passed. really did come padding the deep-laid love of life revived. too. but this seemed the hardest brunt of all. but no nearer to freedom. and even wished he would come and break the crusted snow. and when the night came down the weary prisoners. quiet in despair. He could hear the struggling of his family. The second day was one of driving storm. hissing earth. They were hidden from many of their ene- mies. The north wind sent his snowand careering over the white tossing and curling their white manes 343 . p-e-e-e-e-e-t-e. least a fighting But when the fox over the frozen drift. but as the second night went slowly by they no longer cared.Redruff straits. and so give them at chance for life. or sometimes heard them calling to him ' for help with their long-drawn plaintive ' p-e-e-e-e-e-t-e. horses. as the slow hours wore on and found him weak- ening with his struggles. worn out with hunger and useless toil.

the storm-horses kept on trampling crust was really all day. and he continued feebly pecking. except no fox went trotIn the morning he renewed ting overhead. his neck. his pecking. seemed to be thinning the snow-crust. hard grinding of the granular snow long. till just before the sun went down he had made a hole that his head. which gave him 349 . but when the sun went down he The night as far as ever from escape.beautiful ruffs could pass. growing and late that afternoon his bill air. force. though now with scarcely any and the voices or struggles of the others were no more heard. but he could now strike downward. His great broad shoulders were too large. Outside. it kept on growing lighter. for though and kicking up more snow The from dark below. As the daylight grew stronger he could see that his long efforts had made a brighter spot above him in the snow. the thin under their heels. till his head ached and his bill was far seemed wearing blunt.Redruff as they dashed on. Redruff had pecked and pecked at the under side all day. and his ever. New life came with this gain. went through into the open and he pecked away. passed like the others.

When the snow melted in the reply. tered he could not where in the made no gave no sign of life. skin. and he was forced to leave them. spring their bodies came to view. VII It was long before Redruff and Graytail fully recovered.Redruff fourfold force . But that was tell all . vigorous RedWas it the drumming. the others. the snow-crust crumbled quickly. scatdrift. but food and rest in plenty are sure cure-alls. peetej and scratching with his sharp claws on the thinned granular sheet he soon broke through. then returned to the prison-drift and clucked and stamped. But the young ones ! Redruff flew to the nearest bank. and in a little prison once more while he sprang from his icy free. ' He got only one reply. bones. and Graytail feebly crawled out of the hole. a feeble peete. or the tell-tale tracks of their snow- 350 . and feathers nothing more. and a bright clear day in midwinter had the usual ruff effect of setting the to drumming on the log. hastily gathered a few red hips to stay his gnawing hunger.

then rise on thunder within a yard to shield himself at once wing behind some mighty tree-trunk and speed away.Redrtiff shoes on the omnipresent snow. But Cuddy never ceased to follow with his gun that red-ruffed cock . intent again up to hunt the partridges down. where food was plenty as well as grand old trees. and Redruff lived and throve and drummed. with dog and gun. or some safe shield between. But Redruff was deep in woodcraft. of old sought fame by burning the Ephesian wonder of the world. During the Gunner Moon many a one had tried to end his splendid life. He knew on silent just and when squat to rise where to hide. wing. and he was coming well. on the east slope among the . just as a worthless wretch of old. he When the Snow Moon came he moved with Gray tail to the Castle Frank woods. but somehow always found a tree. They knew him to Cuddy ? now to know them That great copper-ruffed cock was becoming famous up and down the valley. that betrayed them He came prowling again and the ravine. a bank. There was in particular. and when to till overstepped. many a long snapshot tried.

in Here. and keeping the huge safety. but concerned him. and among them the partridgevine and the wintergreen grew. spread his bright blue plumes sweet and soft that few hear and warble the sweetest fairyland music. and books know nothing at about it. and the sweet young one. black acorns could be scratched from under the snow. far beyond the reach of warm spring days the jay would sing and dance before his mate. that insatiable gunner came on them then rise there was easy to run low among the hemlock with a derisive its to the great pine. feet through. This great pine had an especial interest for now living near with his remaining its base. whirr behind bulk. skim off in dozen times at least the pine had A 352 . All around were low. not its far-away crown. for when it There was no better feeding-ground. for top in summer-time the bluejay and his shot. Its was a famous resort bride.Redruff It was six creeping hemlocks. so it but the one for whom all it is meant. a splendid pine. and its first branches began at the tops of the other trees. creeping hemlocks. trunk in line with the deadly gun. Redruff.

and long before the gunner was dangerously near Redruff gave a low warning rrr-rrr (danger) and walked quickly toward < ' the great pine in case they had to rise. and Graytail ' became greatly alarmed. cried the cooler Redruff. coming right on. laid a new trap. for he saw that now the man with the gun was getting in range. then there was a ter353 . and he paused a moment to call earnestly to Graytail. down the hill for a start. the yellow cur. behind He gained the great trunk. fly). as that betrayed the ambush. could not see him for the bushes. Redhand. and here it was that Cuddy. hide). she cried.' he heard a slight noise under the bank before him it. Graytail was some distance up the hill. knowing their bank he sneaked and watched Under the ambush while an accomplice went around the Sugar Loaf to He came trampling through drive the birds. Kwit. running ' Kreet. this way. the low thicket where Redruff and Graytail feeding habits. kwit' (Fly. and suddenly caught sight of a new foe close at ruff. 'This way. in were feeding. much farther off.Redruff saved them during the lawful murder season. k-r-r-r (This way.

now known to be the only survivor of his kind. with The Snow Moon many a narrow escape. at length. till gun had stricken now. passed at till a chance came to slip behind the great trunk away from both. 354 . One by one his near ones the deadly cruel down. It and grew wilder every day. and Redruff. so he squatted low. to gasp her life out and mere car- was a perilous place for Redruff. The dog came within stranger. and down she rion in the snow. away from the gunner in the open. and the coming across to but he never moved Cuddy. five feet. he slowly passed was alone. It fell battered and bleedto lie. shielding trunk. safely rose Then he by and flew to the lonely glen Taylor's Hill. and up she went. a waste of time to fol seemed. a beautiful. ten feet of him. right into the power of the miserable wretch under the bank.Redruff rifled cry from Graytail as the dog sprang at she rose in air and skimmed behind the her. Bang. noble being. once more. ing. Whirr. sentient. There was no chance for a safe rise. was relentlessly pursued.

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and he hung there. with growing. But no one came.Redruff low him with a gun. the day wore on. and Redruff. but some remained. and in an instant was jerked into the air to dangle by one foot. slowly dying . a great Horned Owl. so when the snow was deepest. Have rights ? the wild What things no moral or legal right has man to inflict such long and fearful agony on a fellow-creature. strong wings in helpless struggles to be free. cut several of these with his sharp teeth. plot. poor Redruff hung and beat his great. drawn by the 357 . with growing torture. All day. trod right in one of them. watching a far-off speck that might turn out a hawk. almost the only good one now in the Stormy Moon. The second night crawled slowly down. his very strength a curse. racking pains. all night. cottontail rabbit. and food scarcest. until he only longed for death. A an old friend. simply because that creature does not speak his language? All that day. in the dawdling hours of darkness. and when. he set a row of snares. Cuddy hatched a new Right across the feeding-ground. still The morning broke.

the deed was wholly kind. riding and riding on till they were engulfed. over the dark winter wind that night. away and away to the and boisterous lake. For now no partridge comes to Castle Frank. as they rode in the gloom of his Mad Moon flight. has rotted in silence 358 . for they were driven snow. scattered dark. Its woodbirds miss the martial spring salute. north. were the riding plumy fragments of partridge ruffs famous rainbow ruffs. and in Mud Creek Ravine the old pine drumaway. the last trace of the last of the Don Valley race. And they rode on the marsh toward the south.RedrdFf feeble flutter of a dying wing. the the wrinkled over the Don Flats. and over the lake. cut short thfc pain. since unused. The wind blew down the valley from The snow-horses went racing over ice. log. white. but on them.

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"The Pacing Mustang and "Wully. and Buffalo (N. Seton-Thompson is the Carlyle of the animal world outside man. and the heroic any child. There is nothing in modern story -telling which equals the tale of the capture and humiliation of the Pacing Mustang by the treacherous snare of Old Turkey track. Y. and the illustrations are graceful and clever. to whose valuable assistance her husband. . Mr. the author.) Express. Y. Grace Gallatin Seton-Thompson." the story of a yaller dog. and this delightful volume of his shows us that his pen is as mighty as his marvellous pencil and brush. HORNADAY. In both Mr." the Jekyl and Hyde of dogdom in literature. Mr. Y. New Haven Union. The Athenaeum. WILLIAM T. . stands unique and inapproachable. Seton-Thompson has probably no peer in this country. Brooklyn Eagle. Director N. in the satisfy There is enough of the thrilling. tales that cannot fail to interest. Seton-Thompson tells some wonder Boston Globe. New York Mail and Express. Seton-Thompson holds our unflagging interest in his stories. . We marvel at the psychological sympathy with the characters of this more than interesting The Zoologist (London. " " It can be read to advantage by either adult or child. has Kipling's gift of making you know and sympathize with wild animals. is entirely unique and off the usual Mr. The Spectator (London). . Conveys subtly and unconsciously the higher beauty of the moral laws which nature has set up. The book lines. pays tribute. Pall Mall Gazette (London). Eight brilliantly interesting sketches. . in Recreation for December. The originality and freshness of these stories is irresistible. He writes like a naturalist and a poet combined. Should become a nursery classic." the double-lived "yaller-dog. Here is a book worth while. Lobo is probably the most wonderful true story of wild-animal cunning that has appeared in English so far.) Commercial. New York Nation. . Zoological Park. In depicting animal life and animal character. the grewsome. The artistic work of the book is by Mrs. These stories will be read and treasured long after the "Jungle Stories " have been forgotten. A well-written and well-illustrated book. He helps one to get their point of view. is volume to Westminster Gazette (London). Seton-Thompson's book sets a new mark in natural-history studies. .) book. a charming literary conceit. The " story of the dog Bingo is a classic. . Mr. modes of expression [pen and pencil] he shows himself easily master of his subject. Mr. are stories that delight the reader. while Wully. . He Buffalo (N. These eight short tales surpass in interest and verisimilitude anything Kipling's " " " Jungle Tales or Uncle Remus possess for their readers. .CRITICAL NOTICES It should be put with Kipling and Hans Christian Andersen as a classic.

. One of the . The " work as attractive on the side strong competitor with Kipling's full-page illustrations and the decorated margins It will be a of art as on the side of nature. This is artistic fidelity to nature in high degree. Setonthat will afford genuine delight to all lovers of animals. McGBE in American Anthropologist. with characteristics shared by lower animals and men especially men of the lower culture-grades. . . New York Evening Post. . New York Examiner. the entrapped hero is still permitted to keep the reader's admiration and interest on New York Nation. . J. ) Times-Herald. and shows himself equally clever with pen and pencil. The stories of "Bingo" and Washington (D. the illustrator as well as the writer of the book. W. most valuable contributions to animal psychology and biography ALLEN in the American Naturalist. that has yet appeared. triumph as a story-teller that. This is woodcraft lived before our New York Times. . The book is thoroughly good. and should be kept in mind. . Nothing of equal simplicity could be more effective than these little marginal oddities and whimsies. Lobo's story is to say nothing of wolves. one of the most romantic and thrilling known among men. . animals in Mr. Seton-Thompson is now drawing the best mammals of any American artist. as his record shows. Vixen. when superior human cunning has at last prevailed. book compels our respect. Chicago (111. The volume is a quaint and beautiful specimen of book- A book is making. . . his side. J. " " It is his final Nothing better than the Story of Lobo could be desired. A better attempt than Kipling's to restore the kinship of man and the . " The " Jungle Book is not more sympathetic in tone. come Undoubtedly the most unusual and attractive volume New York Review of Reviews. make A charming book. Jungle Stories" for the suffrages of the young folks. eyes. as his vivid and lucid sentences and the delicately woven web of each of his . New York Outlook. and not more magnetic in appeal. the Springfield Fox. . . the . A. are classics in their way. . chapters testify eloquently. even before we investigate the biographies. Mr. Seton-Thompson is a naturalist. and a writer of ability and skill (not to say genius). as his effective picturing proves. . an artist of notable strength and facility. .CRITICAL NOTICES At first sight this highly artistic book might not seem germane to anthropology yet on careful perusal it is found to deal. both in purpose and execution. The book indeed is a revelation. . Ernest Seton-Thompson's book. Therefore his Ernest Seton-Thompson is known to be an expert in his line. to us this year. on nearly every page. Thompson Mr.) Evening Star. . Mr. . Prof. . for young readers that has There is a wonderful pathos in these narrations. C.

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