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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77766 ***</div>
+
+<div class='tnotes covernote'>
+
+<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber’s Note:</strong></p>
+
+<p class='c000'>New original cover art included with this eBook is granted to the public domain.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='titlepage'>
+
+<div>
+  <h1 class='c001'><span class='small'><i>The</i></span><br> WILD HEART</h1>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><i>By</i></div>
+    <div><i><span class='xlarge'>Emma-Lindsay Squier</span></i></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_title.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div><span class='small'>WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY</span></div>
+    <div>GENE STRATTON-PORTER</div>
+    <div class='c003'><i>Illustrations and Decorations by</i></div>
+    <div>PAUL BRANSOM</div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'>Cosmopolitan Book Corporation</span></div>
+    <div>NEW YORK        MCMXXII</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div><span class='small'><i>Copyright, 1922, by Cosmopolitan Book Corporation, New York. All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian</i></span></div>
+    <div class='c002'><span class='small'><i>First printing</i>&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; &#8196;<i>March, 1922</i></span></div>
+    <div><span class='small'><i>Second printing</i>&#8196; &#8196; &#8196; <i>April, 1922</i></span></div>
+    <div class='c002'><span class='small'><i>Printed in the United States of America</i></span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c004'>
+    <div>DEDICATED TO</div>
+    <div class='c003'><span class='large'><i>BASIL KING</i></span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c005'>WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE FOR THE INSPIRATION
+AND ENCOURAGEMENT THROUGH WHICH
+THE WILD HEART STORIES FOUND WRITTEN
+EXPRESSION, AND FOR THE TITLE OF THE
+SERIES WHICH THUS CAME INTO BEING.</p>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c006'>THE ILLUSTRATIONS <i>and</i> CONTENTS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<table class='table0'>
+  <tr>
+    <th class='c007'></th>
+    <th class='c008'>&#160;</th>
+    <th class='c009'>PAGE</th>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Skygak discovered that catching mice was Three-Spot’s chief vocation</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>SKYGAK</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_12'>12</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007' colspan='2'>He circled slowly above our heads</td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_32'>32</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>U-Chu-Ka never failed to answer our call</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>U-CHU-KA</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_34'>34</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>For the dogs had lost the lighter scent</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>SANCTUARY</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_47'>47</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>He questioningly sniffed the breeze</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE FAERY NIGHT</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_66'>66</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Cannon came charging in a whirlwind of feathers</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE FRIENDSHIP THAT FAILED</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_82'>82</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>His constant barking set the grown-ups against him</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>STOP THIEF</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_101'>101</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>If Clarence had been a man, he would have endowed orphanages</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>O’HENRY</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_124'>124</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Timothy clung to the bottle habit</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>TIMOTHY, THE DIRTY BEAR</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_145'>145</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Sometimes the bandit birds swooped down</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>THE BANDIT BIRD</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_168'>168</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Her nostrils dilated at the hated human scent</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>MY FRIEND THE PRINCESS</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_189'>189</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>A wild thing of the deep woods, ruled by pain instead of kindliness</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='fss'>ETHEL</span></td>
+    <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_208'>208</a></td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'>AN INTRODUCTION<br> <i>Which might better be entitled</i>:</span><br> Some Youngsters Find the Wrong Parents</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><i>By</i></div>
+    <div class='c003'>Gene Stratton-Porter</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_001.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+Since “The Wild Heart”
+is throbbing with the same
+blood that pulses in the
+heart of every human being
+who goes to the fields
+and woods and fraternizes with the
+creatures that home there, since the
+feet that carry a wild heart on its journey
+are following the same path that a
+few peculiar feet have made, what they
+have found and what the heart has
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>learned is the same thing that similar
+feet have been finding and hearts have
+been learning since the beginning of
+time.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_002.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The author of this book pronounces
+it “very simple, having no literary style
+or value.” Perhaps this estimate indicates
+modesty on her part, but it is not
+the truth concerning the book. Thoreau
+once wrote: “It takes two to speak the
+truth—one to speak and the other to
+hear.” Those of us who have made our
+own path through the wilds know the
+truth when we hear it. The first law
+that can be laid down concerning any
+work worthy to be put into the hands
+of the public is the old law that every
+writer should write concerning matters
+of his own personal observation. Whenever
+any writer follows this old rule,
+working with sincerity of heart, with
+inborn insight concerning his chosen
+subject, following the promptings of a
+simple human heart, and using a certain
+facility in the choice of words,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>which is a gift of God primarily, that
+author must evolve good work. Laying
+down these specifications as law which
+governs every masterpiece that ever has
+been produced, it will be observed that
+“The Wild Heart” follows them as
+naturally as water flows to the sea, possibly
+as unconsciously.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_003.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>To anyone who knows the fields and
+woods the book carries the conviction
+of truth. Those who do not know nature
+will not believe many of these
+statements, because they have not
+learned that when one goes into the
+haunts of the wild calmly, fearlessly,
+absolutely in tune with Nature, one is
+perfectly safe. The people who go to
+fraternize with the free creatures, to
+learn the secrets of Nature, to protect,
+to love, to fellowship with the wild,
+wear an invincible armor.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Enos Mills will tell you that he
+tramps the Rocky Mountains for weeks
+at a time absolutely without a weapon.
+Arthur Heming will tell you that he
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>travels Canada from side to side, north
+and south, passing all kinds of wild
+creatures at all seasons and under any
+conditions, and nothing touches him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I can tell you that my face has been
+within two feet of a coiled rattlesnake
+ready to strike, but it did not strike.
+Two minutes later a man antagonistic
+to the wild passed the same location
+and immediately the snake disclosed
+itself and was ready to fight.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Very recently some children playing
+at the edge of the desert found a scorpion.
+They coaxed it onto a piece of
+bark and were carrying it around playing
+with it. So long as they felt no fear
+of the creature, it was quiescent in their
+hands. The instant they carried it
+among grown people who recognized
+it and were afraid, the trouble began.
+When the wild thing entered the atmosphere
+of fear and was surrounded
+by the taint of that acid which is exhaled
+from the body of any human being
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>experiencing fear, that instant it
+was on guard and ready to strike.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Any human being carrying in his
+breast a wild heart knows instinctively
+how to fraternize with the wild. Anyone
+carrying a heart of fear and antagonism
+will have a troubled journey
+through forest or desert. The writer
+of this book proves that she carries a
+wild heart in her breast. Her records
+are unquestionably true. They are precisely
+the same things that happen to
+anyone having a heart in tune with Nature.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_005.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>So the book passes, first, because it
+speaks the truth. It needs only that
+these records should be read to gain an
+idea of the degree of insight possessed
+by the writer. The nice comprehension
+of what the wild is thinking and feeling,
+the keen perception of the “why”
+of things, pass the book on the grounds
+of insight. The simple unassuming
+manner in which the record is kept
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>proves it the emanation of a human
+heart without guile, effervescing love,
+not only for the beauties of field and
+forest, but for the living creatures that
+home there.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_006.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It is modest of the writer to say that
+her book has “no literary style or
+value,” but the book proves the reverse.
+Throughout will be found the value of
+truth, the exquisite style of utter simplicity,
+the best plain common word
+chosen to tell the plain common story;
+and it is a very difficult thing always to
+find the right words with which to tell
+any story. There are only about twenty
+thousand words in the English language.
+When you compare this number
+with the number of objects existing
+in the world, the number of ideas that
+have sprung and will spring in the
+human brain, it easily can be appreciated
+that it is sometimes difficult to find
+the right word by which to express
+one’s meaning clearly and simply; for
+there always is one word which, better
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>than any other, will portray a situation
+or describe an object.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Any author who is actuated by sincerity
+will always choose the plain simple
+word which expresses his meaning
+plainly and simply. The one thing that
+sets apart the work of any writer is the
+ability to express himself in plain simple
+language that common people can
+understand and appreciate. It was on
+this subject that Martin Luther once
+said: “Hebrew, Latin, and Greek I
+spare until we learned ones come together,
+and then we make it so curled
+and finical that God Himself wondereth
+at us.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>That is precisely the reason why
+nine-tenths of the Nature books written
+in this country have been failures. They
+are “so curled and finical” that only the
+“learned ones” can understand what
+they are all about.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_007.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>To me it is an atrocity to tag a bird,
+a butterfly, or a flower with several
+inches of Latin or Greek per each.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>Every living creature should have a
+common, simple, descriptive name that
+a common human being who wants to
+know what it is can learn and remember.
+I do truly believe “that God
+Himself wondereth at us” if He takes
+the time to look at many of the books
+to be found in our libraries concerning
+the most exquisite and beautiful of His
+creatures.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_008.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I believe that any normal man or
+woman would be intensely interested
+in the organism of a moth, the delicate
+parts so beautifully evolved to serve
+their purpose; but what common person
+could wade through a large volume
+crammed from end to end with such
+terms as <i>patagia</i>, <i>jugum</i>, <i>discocellulars</i>,
+<i>phagocytes</i>? It is such works on Nature
+that have kept the Nature lovers
+of many generations out of the fields
+and woods. They had not the education,
+the time, nor the inclination to be
+sufficiently “curled and finical” to be
+specific. They could take no one specimen
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>and learn it, because they could not
+identify it. In a book such as “The
+Wild Heart” there is no word that a
+ten-year-old child can not comprehend;
+while there is a wonderful
+beauty and facility in the choice of
+words, in the sincerity of expression,
+and the sympathetic insight.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I certainly wish that a copy of this
+book may go into every home in the
+world, for two reasons: the first, that
+men and women may learn how anyone
+with a sympathetic heart devoid of fear
+may fraternize with the wild; and for
+the other very excellent reason that it
+may do something toward teaching parents
+that all children are not alike and
+can not possibly be run through the
+same groove.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_009.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Here and there in a family there is
+born a child with a wild heart. It is
+nothing less than a tragedy when such
+a child is cursed with the wrong parents.
+God gives to only a few of His
+children a wild heart, a musical ear,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>facile fingers. The man or woman who
+keeps a child born with the love of the
+woods in its heart from contact with
+Nature, who destroys the trust that God
+placed in its heart, and instils fear bred
+by man, does a dreadful thing, a thing
+that must end in disaster. Nature does
+not reveal her secrets to everyone.
+Creatures of the wild will not be brothers
+with any save a very few specially
+endowed human beings.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_010.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Today my heart sickens at the
+thought of what would have happened
+to me if, when I told my Mother I had
+been talking with the fairies and what
+they said and did, she had whipped me
+for not speaking the truth; if, when I
+came from the woods with my apron
+torn and soiled, full of dirty specimens,
+my heart overflowing with the wonders
+of my discoveries, I had been beaten
+and forbidden to go again. If we are
+to have truly great art, literature, or
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>science in the future, many, perhaps
+most, of those who are to do the work
+will be born into this world in simple
+common homes like the Indiana homes
+in which the author of “The Wild
+Heart” and I were born. What we as
+a nation produce in wonder-work along
+any creative line in the future is going
+to depend upon the ability of parents
+of this generation to recognize and to
+foster unusual gifts in their children
+when they first detect them. The
+mother who whips a child because it
+happens to have been born with a wild
+heart does a thing so wickedly cruel
+that there are no words in which to describe
+the situation adequately. If this
+book will serve the one purpose of making
+fathers and mothers of the coming
+generation sympathetic and kindly to
+the little wild hearts that they bring
+into the world, it will perform a very
+great work indeed.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_011.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part One</i><br> <i>The Story of</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>Skygak</span><br> <span class='small'>AN OLD-MAN SEA-GULL</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c002 figleft id004'>
+<img src='images/i_012.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div  class='figright id004'>
+<img src='images/i_013.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c012'>
+    <div><i>Skygak discovered that catching mice was Three-Spot’s chief vocation, and he made her life a burden.</i></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_012.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+Skygak was an old-man
+sea-gull. He had circled
+and screamed over the
+waters of Puget Sound
+for many a season, and it
+is doubtful if there is anything in
+aërial lore that he did not know. He
+was an expert at fishing, and could
+swoop down on an unsuspecting smelt
+from a dizzy height and have the shiny
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>fish down his gullet without so much
+as touching his webbed feet to the
+water’s surface. He could snatch up a
+sidling red crab before it could seek
+the shelter of a rock, and drop it
+neatly and accurately on a stone, to dart
+down upon the mangled remains before
+the juicy meal could be purloined by
+any of his kindred.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>He knew when storms were coming,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>and sometimes, when the skies were
+clearest and the sun warmest, he would
+spiral up to a great height and scream
+in long, quavering cadences that grew
+louder as the rain and wind approached.
+Then the Siwash clam-diggers
+on the beach would gather up their
+bags and shovels and bid their women
+see to brushwood, for they knew the cry
+of the sea-gull when the Storm-God
+rides. They respected the gray gull’s
+warning.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_014.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We were children on the shores of
+Puget Sound, Brother and I. From our
+little log cabin, with its porch roof
+slanting low like an old-fashioned pokebonnet,
+we would watch the sea-gulls
+circle in the sky or bob lazily on the
+blue waters of the bay like so many
+feathered corks.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We knew Skygak among the other
+gulls, for one wing was white, the other
+gray. So when we saw him, we named
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>him by a queer, fanciful name that
+seemed to fit a bird of air and water.
+And because the boat landing in front
+of the cabin furnished a resting place
+for webbed feet on sunshiny days,
+Skygak made it his headquarters, and
+we came to look for him and to be fond
+of him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>When we sailed in the tiny twelve-foot
+boat with its home-made leg-o’-mutton
+sail or paddled in the dugout
+canoe made for us by a Siwash Indian
+chief, we looked for Skygak in every
+flock of sea-gulls that passed us, and it
+was our superstition, made on the spur
+of the moment, as children’s fancies
+are, that if he flew over us we would
+have good luck, and that a wish made
+on the instant would come true.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_015.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>But we never dreamed that Skygak
+of the air lanes would one day be an
+intimate friend of ours, for we had
+been told by sailor and Indian alike—and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>who knows more of seafaring
+birds than they?—that sea-gulls could
+not be tamed. The Siwash chief who
+had given us our dugout canoe knew
+the habits of the winged scavengers
+and loved them. Perhaps the primitive
+heart of him, held in leash by the
+white man’s civilization, was tuned to
+the wild, untamed heart of the gulls,
+for they flocked around his beach
+shanty unafraid, and ate the scraps
+of clams he flung to them; but he
+had never touched one of the gray
+brethren.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_016a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And so it happened, on a day of
+mists and clouds, that Skygak came
+into our lives as something more than
+a gray-and-white winged bird whose
+passage above our boat would make a
+wish come true.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_016b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was a day typical of autumn in the
+Sound country. Gray rain pattered
+ceaselessly into gray waters that
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>stretched away to meet a leaden horizon,
+and low-hanging clouds swirled
+restlessly with every gust of wind.
+But the smell of wet pines was in the
+air; the grass was green and glistening
+with iridescent beads. It was a day
+when the out-of-doors called the hardy
+one to don overshoes, raincoat, and
+sou’wester hat and fare forth to breathe
+the wet fragrance of woods and field,
+to feel the soft rain on uplifted face,
+and to listen for the storm cry of the
+gulls circling against the sky.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_017.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother and I, clad against the rain,
+stood in wonder at the shore end of the
+float. For there on the far end was
+Skygak, a miserable, dripping figure
+hunched dejectedly on the wet planking.
+His once sleek wings hung
+limply at his sides, his feathers were
+draggled and unkempt, his head was
+hanging miserably as if the light but
+steady drizzle were torment to him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>
+<img src='images/i_018.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Above him soared and circled his
+kindred of the sky, wondering, no
+doubt, what was wrong, for now and
+again one of them would turn in a
+half-circle, spinning on the tip of
+one great wing, and scream sharply,
+as if in invitation to Skygak to join
+the airy tribe. And the old-man sea-gull
+would turn one eye up to the
+birds above him and give vent to a
+plaintive, longing cry. His draggled
+wings would flap in the rain as if sheer
+force of will must bear him upward,
+then relax hopelessly as if the effort
+made him more miserable.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We watched and speculated, Brother
+and I, for never had we seen a gull in
+such a plight. We saw that he was
+denied the water, too, for he would
+stalk, with the wobbly, swinging motion
+of a web-foot tribe, to the edge
+of the float, crane his neck as if about
+to launch himself upon the rain-beaten
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>waves, and then retreat to the middle
+of the wharf once more. A gull who
+could neither fly nor swim! What had
+happened?</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We took the problem to the Siwash
+chief a mile up the beach, mending a
+fish-net in his warm and smoky shanty.
+He listened impassively, yet with interest.
+And he returned with us to
+the float to diagnose the gull’s ailment.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_019.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When he saw Skygak, he grunted
+briefly but sympathetically. The bird
+had been caught in the swell behind a
+large boat—a battle-ship, probably—when
+it was discharging oil, he told us.
+It was not an uncommon thing, he said.
+The gull’s feathers were soaked with
+the heavy oil, and until it had evaporated,
+or until new feathers should
+grow, Skygak would be helpless both
+in the air and in the sea, and since he
+could not provide food for himself he
+would starve to death.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>So spoke the Siwash chief, but his
+philosophy was not ours. We told each
+other that Skygak should not die, and
+we called to the wet, miserable gull
+that we would take care of him, but he
+did not even raise his head.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>What should we feed him? We had
+neither clams nor fish, and we were
+afraid to go too near him, lest he mistake
+our friendly intentions and take
+to the water in self-defense, to be
+weighted down by his oil-soaked
+feathers.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>With the permission of our always
+sympathetic mother we salvaged cookies
+from the jar behind the kitchen
+stove. We took cold griddle cakes, too,
+and scraps of meat and bread. And
+with these dainties we set about the task
+of winning the gray gull’s confidence
+and of saving him from the misfortune
+which had overtaken him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_020.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Carefully and very quietly we went
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>down the float, as near as we could
+approach without Skygak’s taking
+alarm. When he showed signs of restlessness,
+we advanced no further, but
+put a chunk of meat upon the planks
+and withdrew to watch and wait.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The gull, at first indifferent to
+everything but his unexplainable
+plight, gradually felt hunger’s urge,
+and his long neck craned toward our
+offering of food. Slowly he waddled
+toward it, a grotesque gray bundle of
+draggled feathers, and with one vigorous
+gulp the meat disappeared.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then we tossed him a chunk of
+bread softened with water, and this
+time Skygak did not hesitate. The
+first morsel had aroused an appetite
+which for the time being supplanted
+misery. He stalked forward and
+swallowed the food, turning on us the
+broadside of one black eye, as if asking
+for more.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_021.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>Nor did we refuse him. We tossed
+him, piece by piece, the food we had
+brought with us, and returned to the
+pantry for more. Always we placed
+the bread or meat a little nearer the
+shore and the cabin, and Skygak followed
+the morsels anxiously, greedily,
+satisfying a hunger which must have
+been of long and painful duration.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Early dusk was upon us when we
+finally succeeded in tolling the gray
+gull through the front yard into the
+chicken run, and into an unused
+brooder house which offered a shelter
+against the rainy night.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The lamps were lighted in the little
+log cabin when we completed our self-appointed
+task of making Skygak
+comfortable, and our only regret was
+that we could not give our friend a
+blanket. We feared he would not understand.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_022.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>That was the beginning of a threesided
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>friendship. The first few days
+of Skygak’s convalescence were spent
+in huddled misery, and he moved only
+when Brother or I came into the
+brooder house with food and water.
+Then the rain ceased, Indian summer
+came smilingly upon the Sound country,
+and when the sun shone warmly,
+Skygak decided that life was not all a
+haze of gloom, and he set about vigorously
+to restore himself to a normal
+condition. Hour after hour he pulled
+and massaged his feathers until some
+of the heavy oil was loosened. The
+sunshine helped to dry his draggled
+plumage, new feathers commenced to
+grow, and little by little Skygak became
+his old cocky self.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_023.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>His affection for Brother and me
+was as apparent as was his dislike for
+all other members of the human race.
+The grown-ups he would not trust, and
+passers-by annoyed and alarmed him.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>But he would follow us about wherever
+we went, stalking along behind us
+with grotesque dignity, and when invited,
+would fly up on my shoulder or
+on Brother’s to receive bits of food
+from our fingers and to snap playfully
+at us with his great, powerful bill when
+we pretended to box with him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The liberty of the ranch was his, but
+his favorite spot was a corner of the
+front porch where he would sit for
+hours in solemn contemplation of the
+bay in front. People who went by on
+the trail looked in wonder at the gray
+gull apparently very much at home in
+a little log cabin.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_024.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Soon he learned to eat with the
+chickens, and when the bran mash was
+spread for them in a long, wooden
+trough, Skygak would be there before
+the bucket was emptied. Then, as the
+hens came flocking around, the gull
+would spread his magnificent wings,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>open his huge beak to its widest
+extent, and scream shrilly and fiercely,
+laying about him with his yellow beak
+like a warrior swinging a deadly
+sword. The startled poultry, unused to
+this changeling of the sea and sky,
+would scurry away with distressed and
+frightened cackles, and Skygak would
+eat his fill at the trough, pausing occasionally
+to administer punishment to
+any daring cockerel who ventured too
+near. Many a bunch of feathers have
+I seen hanging from his bill, like a
+scalplock hung from the belt of an
+Indian brave, mute witness to a battle
+of brief but bloody duration.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_025.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Our animals soon learned that this
+wandering guest was to be respected.
+Tinker, the rat terrier, learned to his
+cost that Skygak was not a hen to be
+chased from the front porch, if he
+chose to stay there.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Between our cat, Three-Spot, and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>the gull, a bitter feud developed,
+which had for its beginning such a
+small thing as a mouse. One had been
+killed in a trap, and Brother tendered
+it to Skygak as an experiment. The
+delicacy was new, but wholly acceptable,
+and with one ecstatic snap of his
+beak Skygak swallowed it, and afterward,
+as Brother averred, fairly licked
+his chops. Three-Spot sulked and
+gloomed because of the slight, but her
+cup of woe was not full.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_026.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>For in some mysterious manner,
+Skygak discovered that catching mice
+was Three-Spot’s chief vocation, and
+he made her life a burden. One morning
+we heard an outraged yowl from
+the cat and an answering scream from
+Skygak. On the back porch we found
+the two, Three-Spot crouched over a
+dead mouse, eyes gleaming dangerously,
+tail switching from side to side,
+and every hair erect. The bird was
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>advancing cautiously, but relentlessly,
+wings outspread, beak wide open,
+screaming and snapping at every step.
+Three-Spot did not lack courage, but
+her experience had not included juggernaut
+gulls, and when the terrifying
+yellow beak was hard upon her, she
+fled, spitting venomously, and Skygak,
+like a disreputable robber chief, swallowed
+her hard-earned prize in one
+mouthful.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>From that time, when he was not
+following Brother and me, or dozing
+on the front porch, or bullying the
+hens, he was trailing Three-Spot about,
+a relentless gray shadow, and if the
+luckless cat succeeded in keeping for
+herself one mouse that she caught, it
+was when Skygak was asleep in the
+brooder house.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_027.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Slowly but surely the old-man sea-gull
+recovered from his affliction.
+Some of the oil-soaked feathers
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>dropped out, and new ones took their
+place, and he risked short flights from
+time to time, cautiously at first, as if
+not sure of his powers, and then with
+increasing confidence. He ventured
+out into the water with perfect ease,
+and we knew it would be but a short
+time before he had completely regained
+his health.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_028.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When first he flew we were afraid
+we had lost him, but he returned at
+night-time, hungry and eager to be
+taken up on my shoulder. After that,
+when he flew, it was to come back to
+us as naturally as if we, and not the
+sea-gulls, were his kindred.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But there came a day when a feeling
+of restlessness was in the air. Brother
+and I, attuned to the moods of the
+woods and of out-of-door things, felt
+it keenly, and we were not surprised
+when we saw overhead the V formation
+of the wild geese flying southward.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>Then the sea-gulls commenced to
+scream in short, sharp cadences, and a
+flock of the gray-and-white birds flew
+overhead, rising higher and higher as
+is the habit of the gray ones when the
+migrating call comes.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Skygak heard the call—that we
+could not doubt—for he was restless
+and would stretch himself on tiptoe,
+flapping his wings, turning his head up
+to the sky where a gray cloud of birds
+were flying. Then he would scream—short,
+broken cries as if torn by indecision.
+He loved us, we knew, but he
+was of the air lanes; the gray gulls
+were his kindred. Sooner or later he
+must go with them.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_029.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>His flights grew longer, and once we
+did not see him for three days. Even
+when he was with us, he was ill at ease.
+The wild heart of him was longing for
+the untrammeled freedom of the winds
+and the sea, and gaunt cliffs untouched
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>by foot of man. He forgot to box with
+us; he no longer bullied the poultry
+yard; he even neglected to watch for
+Three-Spot’s trophies of the hunt.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_030.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And then he went away. A week
+passed, and we mourned him bitterly.
+It was not so much his going—we knew
+we must expect that—but we had
+wanted to tell him good-by when he
+left, to wave our hands to him and
+wish him Godspeed, to watch him until
+he was only a speck in the sky. The
+Siwash chief said Skygak would never
+come back—but he did, once more.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was on a day of crystal clearness,
+when the clouds were like tiny white
+boats in the sky. We stood in the yard,
+hand in hand, watching the wild geese
+pass overhead and the flocks of sea-gulls
+flying high above them. From
+the west came a gray cloud of the seabirds,
+with one gull flying far in the
+lead. And as we watched, the leader
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>left the flock of winging gulls and, like
+a falling star, swooped down upon us,
+spiraling lower and lower. We held
+our breath as we watched, for somehow,
+we knew, we knew—</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>A flash of one white wing showed
+clearly. I tried to speak, but no words
+came. Closer and closer came the bird,
+Skygak, our old-man sea-gull, and
+when he was no higher than the roof of
+the house, he circled slowly above our
+heads. Then he screamed twice—long,
+plaintive cries that we knew
+meant farewell.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_031.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We were crying, but we waved our
+hands to him and called, “Good-by,
+good-by!” And slowly he rose once
+more, the white of one white wing
+melting into gray. Higher and higher
+he winged, to take his place at the head
+of the flock.... He was just a speck
+against the sky, and still we called our
+farewells to him in words choked with
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>tears—the specks
+vanished into
+cloudy distance—Skygak
+had gone
+forever.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_032.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>He circled slowly above our heads</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>But it was not
+without a thought
+of us. We shall always
+believe that he
+halted the winged caravan
+to tell us good-by—and
+the Siwash chief believes it,
+too.</p>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span></div>
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c013'>
+    <div><span class='large'><i>Introducing</i></span></div>
+    <div><span class='sc'>U-Chu-Ka</span></div>
+    <div><span class='large'>THE JUMPER</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Two</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>U-Chu-Ka</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_034.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+Upon the Hill Trail, which
+Brother and I called ours
+because we loved it so, you
+may yet see a little clearing
+made in the midst of
+red huckleberry bushes, Oregon grape,
+and dark green salal shrubs. As long
+as we lived in the little cabin by the bay,
+we never allowed underbrush to creep
+into this spot on the Hill Trail, for it
+was sacred to the memory of U-Chu-Ka,
+the only monument we could give
+him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>U-Chu-Ka was a tiny rabbit—a
+“jack-rabbit,” I suppose natural historians
+would have called him. But
+we gave him the name that in the
+Chinook language means “the jumper,”
+and we never called him
+anything else.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_034.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span></div>
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c013'>
+    <div><span class='c014'><i>Part Two</i></span></div>
+    <div><span class='sc'>U-Chu-Ka</span></div>
+    <div><span class='c014'>THE JUMPER</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='c002 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_035.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>He never failed to<br>  answer our call</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'><span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>I remember the day we first saw him—a
+wee baby rabbit he was, escaped
+somehow from his mother’s vigilance,
+and so much interested in the big world
+outside the burrow where he had spent
+his short life that he hardly knew
+whether to be afraid of us or merely
+curious. In such a case he no doubt
+remembered his mother’s warning, for
+he “froze.” By this I mean that he
+remained rigid, the tan of his fur
+blending with the mottled greenery
+and the brown tones of the forest undergrowth.
+But Brother and I could
+“freeze” too, having learned the art
+from the woods creatures whom we
+knew and loved. So we stood perfectly
+still, and then it was a case of seeing
+who could hold out the longer.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was U-Chu-Ka who finally capitulated
+in the battle of freezing. His
+curiosity became greater than his fear,
+and he sat up on his haunches, his tiny
+forefeet held primly over his stomach,
+his ears—much too long for him—tilted
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>questioningly in our direction,
+and his black dot of a nose twitching
+ceaselessly.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We were, I am sure, the first human
+beings U-Chu-Ka had seen, and although
+behind him were countless
+rabbit traditions as to what fearful
+creatures humans were, U-Chu-Ka,
+being so young, was possessed of optimism
+and confidence. Brother and I
+were so happy when the little fellow
+with his soft brown eyes decided that
+we were friends to be trusted! Oh, if
+we had only realized that there were
+other people not so friendly to little
+brown rabbits, whom U-Chu-Ka might
+have the misfortune to meet!</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But we never thought of that. Our
+one realization was that here was a
+new woods friend, and we set ourselves
+to the task of winning his heart.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_037.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was not hard. Indeed, when I
+think of it now, it seems so pitifully
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>easy. And I wonder, if every one knew
+just how easy it was, if men would
+carry sticks that shoot flame and death
+into the domain of the woods creatures—if
+they would not carry apples instead.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was an apple that first won
+U-Chu-Ka’s heart. Brother had one,
+of course, and we nibbled bites off and
+placed the juicy morsels on the trail in
+front of us. Then, walking quietly
+backward, we waited at a safe distance
+for the wind to carry the delectable
+apple fragrance to U-Chu-Ka’s wiggling
+nose.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_038.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Nor was it long before one satiny
+ear—so fragile that it was almost
+transparent—drooped and then rose
+again. The twitching nose worked
+harder; U-Chu-Ka sat up straighter
+than ever; and then, with funny little
+hops, he came toward us, hesitating
+occasionally, once pausing to sit up on
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>his haunches as if asking himself if
+he were doing the right thing in approaching
+thus boldly.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_039.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Finally he came to the bits of apple
+and promptly forgot his fear in his delight
+at the unknown dainty. By the
+time he had eaten the few morsels we
+had spread out for him, we had others
+ready, this time only at arm’s length.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Later we proffered bits of the fruit
+in our hands, held very steadily so that
+no jerking should alarm the little
+brown rabbit. At first he was undecided
+whether to accept the morsels so
+close to the big human creatures, but
+something, I am sure, told him that
+there was no harm in us. In the end
+he hopped over to my outstretched
+hand and nibbled daintily at the apple,
+while I held my arm so still it ached.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>What Mother Rabbit would have
+said of the way we stuffed U-Chu-Ka,
+that day, I do not know, but I am sure
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>she would not have approved. We fed
+him until his small stomach was round
+as a ball. When the apple diet seemed
+to pall, we gathered tender blades of
+grass, and very soon the little brown
+one would not take alarm at our movements,
+but would watch us with solemn
+baby dignity, sitting up on his haunches
+or squatting in a round ball, his tiny
+ears laid over his back—a sure sign
+that he was no longer nervous.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>How we hated to leave him that
+day! We didn’t take him down the
+hill and make him a home by the log
+cabin, for we had no wish to frighten
+him, and as for foraging for himself
+in the woods, we were sure U-Chu-Ka
+knew how to go about it. So we left
+him at the bend of the trail where we
+had first seen him. We called it
+U-Chu-Ka’s corner, and we left the
+core of the apple for him to nibble on
+after we had gone.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_040.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>
+<img src='images/i_041.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The next afternoon about the same
+time—for the woods creatures are apt
+to do certain things at certain hours—we
+came up the Hill Trail, whistling,
+and were almost at U-Chu-Ka’s corner
+before it occurred to us that the sound
+might frighten him away if he were
+still in that neighborhood. But curiosity
+is a rabbit’s strongest trait, and
+suddenly there he was, hopping out of
+the underbrush into the little clearing
+as if in response to our call—indeed as
+if he had been waiting.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We had brought offerings of lettuce
+and cabbage leaves, and this time it
+was not half so long before U-Chu-Ka
+would eat from our hands and permit
+us to fondle his velvet softness.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We came every day after that, always
+whistling, with choicest tidbits
+for our little friend. He would
+come into his “corner” hopping out
+from the greenery like a tiny puffball,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>sit up very primly, ears tilted, his nose
+wiggling, until he was sure it was his
+friends. Then down the trail toward
+us he would bound, with such long
+hops that his hind feet seemed to go
+above his head. Oh, U-Chu-Ka, little
+brown one, if we only had not taught
+you to have confidence in humans—to
+come unafraid when we whistled!</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_042.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>As the summer went by, U-Chu-Ka
+grew and grew. From a baby rabbit
+he became a half-grown rabbit, and we
+realized that before long he would be
+a very large rabbit indeed. But he
+never failed to answer our call, and
+through the long summer afternoons
+we would play upon the hill, the three
+of us. We played house, U-Chu-Ka
+submitting without protest to being
+dressed in a doll’s frock, with a tiny
+hat tying back his ears. He was our
+child, and we rocked him to sleep, sent
+him to school, disciplined him at
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>times, and pretended that he talked to
+us. If I could only give you a picture
+of U-Chu-Ka, half-grown now, in a
+blue gingham doll dress, his brown
+paws stuck through the short sleeves,
+his white knob of a tail flashing impudently
+from behind when he hopped
+about, and his soft brown eyes grotesquely
+large under the white hat tied
+under his chin!</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>And then, one day—it is a day I do
+not like to think of—we decided that
+U-Chu-Ka should have a birthday
+party. So we took cookies, apples, and
+lettuce sandwiches up the hill. It was
+hot, with scarcely a breeze, and sounds
+carried distinctly. From far away we
+heard a whistled tune, and we knew
+that some infrequent passer-by was on
+the Hill Trail. The sound grew louder
+as we climbed, and then—a single shot
+that sent echoes vibrating against the
+startled hills.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_043.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>A gunshot! It was not such an infrequent
+sound through the woods that
+skirted the Bay, but our hearts suddenly
+contracted as if a hand had
+clutched them.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We said not a word to each other,
+but broke into a jogging trot that
+brought us hot and panting to the top
+of the hill. From there it was but a
+hundred yards or so to U-Chu-Ka’s
+corner, and we ran doggedly, with a
+great fear tearing at our hearts.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Oh, that moment! U-Chu-Ka’s corner
+was empty—but perhaps he would
+come if we whistled! We tried to
+form our dry lips for the sound, but
+none came. For we saw simultaneously,
+in the little clearing, a bright
+red patch on the low-hanging ferns—a
+little tuft of brown fur and a bit of
+white down.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_044.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The hunter had come and gone.
+U-Chu-Ka could not have known that
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>the long stick pointed at him was filled
+with flame and death. We could picture
+the scene so well—the man, swinging
+carelessly down along the trail
+whistling, the gun over his shoulder—a
+sudden halt as a little brown rabbit
+hopped out from the underbrush into
+the small clearing and raised himself
+inquisitively on his haunches—a flash—a
+bundle of limp fur, blood-stained—a
+little brown pelt dangling pathetically
+down from a leather belt. Perhaps
+the man whistled again as he
+went down the trail. He could not
+know that two children, back by the
+little clearing, were sobbing their
+hearts out with their faces buried in
+the cool, green moss, because of a playmate
+who would come no more.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_045.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We tamed no more rabbits, Brother
+and I. We felt that we had been the
+cause of our friend’s death, and the
+least we could do was to refrain from
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>putting confidence into other woods
+creatures, to be shattered by humans
+who did not know or care about the
+wild heart.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>And so we planted twin-flower
+vines in the little clearing, and edged
+it with yellow Johnny-jump-up plants.
+It was our futile way of saying to
+U-Chu-Ka how sorry we were—how
+we loved him and how we missed him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>And today on the Hill Trail you
+may see U-Chu-Ka’s corner, grown
+over a bit now, because no one chops
+away the underbrush. But still the
+twin-flowers and the Johnny-jump-up’s
+bloom there in memory of
+U-Chu-Ka, the little brown friend
+who lives on in our hearts and our
+loving memory.</p>
+
+<div class='c013 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>
+<img src='images/i_047.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>For the dogs had lost the lighter scent</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Three</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>Sanctuary</span></h2>
+</div>
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_047.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+No doubt it was a silly name
+to give a deer—“Leonard”—but
+Brother and I named
+him on the spur of the moment,
+and, probably because
+we did not know the Indian
+word for “fawn,” we resorted to the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>prosaic title to which our woods friend
+learned to respond.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Our acquaintance with Leonard
+began in such a dramatic way and with
+such suddenness that we had no time
+to think about a suitable name—although
+we did remember to name him
+even in the first chaotic moment of
+meeting. It was a habit that came to
+us as naturally as breathing.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_048.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was during those days of licensed
+killing known as “the deer season.”
+All day long, from across the bay, a
+mile in width, came the long-drawn-out
+baying of hounds and an occasional
+shot. On our side of the bay, too, high
+up in the wooded hills, we could hear
+the hounds at chase, and our hearts
+were heavy, being weighted with fear
+for the hunted things of the woods.
+We wondered if the hunters would find
+the salt-lick which we had stumbled
+upon in our wanderings and where we
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>had spent many breathless hours
+watching for the slim-limbed does and
+the antlered bucks to come and take
+refreshment.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We stood outside the little log
+cabin, our faces raised to the hills, our
+hands clasped tightly together, listening
+shiveringly to the hunting cry of
+the dogs. They were in full chase, we
+knew, after some luckless deer. We
+felt so helpless, yet so eager to help
+protect our friends of the wilds. I
+wonder if our unexpressed prayer did
+not have something to do with what
+happened.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The baying of the hounds alternated
+with the crash of the underbrush where
+they were running, men coming close
+behind. The dogs were skirting the
+top of a hill. All at once their baying
+became a series of whimpering barks.
+They were for the moment
+off the scent.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_049.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>And then, down the hill, with such
+flying leaps that he scarcely touched
+the earth, came a little deer, a fawn,
+heading straight for the cabin. Was
+he mad with fear that he sought the
+home of humans? Or did he know by
+that unexplainable power which animals
+have that we were friends, that
+we would protect his life with ours—did
+he, I wonder? For he cleared the
+four-foot fence with a bound and
+trotted up to us, then stood trembling,
+his soft eyes glazed with fright, white
+foam at the corners of his mouth.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>This is not a fiction story; I am telling
+it as it happened.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The little fawn thrust his hot, dry
+nose against my hand, and when
+Brother and I, recovering from our
+petrified amazement, put our arms
+around his velvety neck, he did not
+shrink away, but pressed against us as
+if mutely begging protection.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_050.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>If you have never had a wild creature
+throw itself upon your mercy, if
+you have never known the feeling of a
+soft, brown deer body pressed against
+yours in pleading and in confidence,
+you can not realize the wild thrill of
+ecstasy that went through us.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“His name is Leonard!” I found
+breath to say, my face against the velvety
+neck of the little deer.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But Brother, being a man in embryo,
+was thinking of sterner things. The
+hounds, he reminded me, would
+shortly find the scent of the deer. If
+they came baying down the hill, the
+fawn would take fright and dart away
+before we could stop him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_051.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was not a pleasant picture, but
+what were we to do? The short, whining
+barks of the dogs had already
+changed to the long, triumphant cadence
+of the hound in full cry. They
+would come down the hill, the hunters
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>would claim Leonard as their game,
+they would—</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_052.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Meat!” whispered Brother tensely,
+and cryptic as it may sound to the
+reader I understood perfectly. I wondered
+that I had not thought of it myself.
+Brother outlined a plan of action
+in a few brief words while the baby
+deer, with knees wobbling sadly,
+turned terror-haunted eyes up the hill,
+his delicate nostrils quivering, yet
+made no move to leave us.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It took my best efforts to lead the
+little fawn into the shelter of the
+brooder house. The scent was foreign
+to anything he had known before, and
+the darkness terrified him anew. He
+could not have known that safety lay
+within that strange place, but he did
+know—of that I am sure—that he
+could trust himself with me, for he
+came, hesitatingly, urged always by
+my voice and my hands gently caressing
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>him. He went with me, even
+through the door, into the semi-darkness
+of the frame brooder house, and
+though when I swung the door shut
+he nervously leaped away from my
+side, it was to return an instant later,
+as if begging my pardon for his involuntary
+action.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother, in the meantime, had
+dashed into the kitchen and emerged
+as quickly with a juicy steak—it was
+to have been cooked for dinner that
+night—which he hacked into chunks
+with his jackknife as he raced up the
+hill.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>With my eyes against a crack I could
+see him panting upward to the point
+where Leonard had emerged from the
+underbrush of the woods.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_053.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And scarcely had he arrived when
+a lean hound, with lolling tongue and
+nose to the ground, burst from the
+shrubbery, uttering a long-drawn-out
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>bay. The little deer beside me shook
+in every limb, and I was trembling,
+too, as if it were I, not Leonard, whom
+the dogs were trailing. We crouched
+there in the darkness, the wild thing of
+the woods and the child who loved the
+wild things of the woods, and in those
+tense moments I felt the heart of the
+baby deer pounding against my body.
+Can you wonder why now, when I see
+the body of a deer killed in the hunt,
+I can not congratulate the hunter on
+his prowess? I know how the deer at
+bay stood still and trembled! I know
+how his soft, brown eyes grew wide
+with helpless terror. I know how his
+heart pounded suffocatingly. And I
+can not be glad for the hunter; I am
+only sorry that he does not understand.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_054.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And up on the hill Brother was acting
+his part in the drama. When the
+first lean hound swung into sight, he
+deftly tossed a chunk of red, juicy
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>meat in his pathway. The dog ignored
+the first piece, so intent was he on the
+fresh scent of the deer. But another
+chunk aimed just ahead of him was a
+temptation not to be withstood, and he
+gobbled it up, pausing a second in his
+chase. Another dog followed him out
+of the underbrush, finding the first
+piece of meat Brother had thrown.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It did not take long for the two
+hounds to finish off the entire steak so
+obligingly tossed to them by the small
+boy almost hidden in a clump of tall
+ferns. And when it was gone, Leonard
+was safe, for the dogs, with the smell of
+fresh meat in their nostrils, had lost the
+lighter scent of the little deer’s flying
+hoofs, and they sniffed shamefacedly
+and with befuddled yappings, until the
+hunters came cursing down the hill and
+crashing into the open, to berate the
+dogs soundly for having lost the game—as
+they supposed—in the woods.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_055.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>They could not know that the little
+boy in the clump of ferns, looking on
+so innocently, was responsible for the
+hounds’ failure, nor that their game
+was at that instant held tightly in the
+arms of a little girl who was shaking
+with excitement as well as with fear,
+lest something happen to betray the
+refugee’s hiding-place.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But nothing did. The men stamped
+back into the woods, taking the hounds
+with them, and that day at least we
+heard no more baying on the hill.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_056.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And Leonard—we were afraid to
+let him go back to the woods until the
+deer season had passed or until he was
+of a size better able to care for himself.
+The grown-ups helped us, and we contrived
+a pen with wire netting over the
+top and sides as well, with the brooder
+house as shelter for nights. And here
+we kept Leonard a willing prisoner,
+while the hounds bayed on the hills
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>and shots echoed across the water.
+How we wished, when we heard
+them, that we could make a place of
+refuge for every hunted thing in the
+world to come to and be cared for.
+But Leonard at least was safe, and he
+seemed to know it, too. Though he
+trembled whenever he heard the long
+hunting cry of the dogs, he did not
+take refuge even in the brooder house.
+He knew, I think, that he was in
+sanctuary.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_057.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>As the days went on, we released our
+little deer from his pen, first with a
+collar and a rope, and then with
+nothing to hold him. He followed
+us like a dog, trotting beside us with
+dainty, mincing steps, sometimes leaping
+ahead of us, turning to look back
+at us, his large ears at an angle, his
+slim young body silhouetted against
+the green of the woods.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>He soon learned his name and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>would come bounding out to us
+when we called. We fed him things
+his ancestors probably never tasted—cookies,
+apples, lettuce leaves, and
+candy, in addition to the grass and
+tender leaves we brought him before
+we allowed him to accompany us.
+But best of all the dainties we gave
+him was the chewing gum that Brother
+in a playful moment tendered him.
+Leonard accepted it daintily, as was
+his wont, and chewed it, as Brother
+and I remarked, with an actual expression
+of surprise coming into his
+brown eyes. He chewed and chewed.
+Perhaps he thought it a new variety
+of cud. At any rate, he gave it his
+hearty indorsement, and after that he
+would nose in Brother’s pockets to find
+the stick of gum that was always there
+for him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_058.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>So Leonard became one of our
+happy family, and though we knew
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>that sometime in the distant future we
+should have on our hands the problem
+of what to do with an antlered buck
+who had forgotten the ways of the
+woods and accepted those of civilization,
+we did not feel sorry about it,
+being content to dwell in the happy
+present, while Leonard seemed content
+as well.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But one night I woke to find Brother’s
+hand tugging at mine. He was
+whispering to me that something was
+outside Leonard’s pen—perhaps it was
+a bear or a wildcat trying to get at him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_059.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Foolish children we may have been,
+but we were not cowardly. It never
+occurred to us to rouse the grown-ups.
+Leonard was our friend and our responsibility.
+From my window the
+two of us crept out on the roof, white
+nightgowned figures, shaking with cold
+and excitement. From the roof we
+dropped easily to the railing of the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>picket fence at the back of the cabin
+and from there to the ground.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Like two little white wraiths we
+crept along in the shadow of the fence
+until we could see the outlines of the
+brooder house and the pen which enclosed
+it. There was a moon, but it
+was thickly hidden by clouds. All we
+could distinguish was a dark form
+against the wire netting, a shape that
+moved restlessly, now away from the
+pen, now back to it.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>As our eyes became accustomed to
+the darkness, we saw that Leonard was
+in the pen outside the brooder house,
+and we questioned each other silently.
+Surely no deer would come thus to
+meet an enemy animal that wanted to
+destroy.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_060.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And then, as if in answer to our
+question, the clouds parted and a pale
+moon turned the darkness into half-shadowed
+light. With the sudden effulgence
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>came the weird gleam of
+four eyes turned in our direction—for
+our scent had carried to sensitive
+nostrils. Brother and I, for an instant,
+caught each other’s hands and gasped.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_061.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then two of the luminous lights
+vanished, as the slim animal outside
+the pen sprang away in great bounds
+that carried her into the shadows beyond
+our ken—but not before we had
+recognized the slim, fleeing form for
+a doe. We knew it was Leonard’s
+mother, who had found her baby.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We climbed back into our window
+as silently as we had left it. Brother
+in his cot, and I in mine, stared up into
+the darkness, trying to tell ourselves
+that ours was the right to keep the fawn
+we had befriended, yet knowing that
+the mother heart was calling for the
+little brown deer whom we loved so
+well. And we knew that in the
+end we must relinquish our claim—Leonard,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>after all, belonged to the
+woods, and the mother heart of the
+woods was calling.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Because we loved him so, we tried
+to pretend, the next day, that the
+deer we had seen was not Leonard’s
+mother—that it was merely a friend
+from the woods who had come down
+by moonlight to pay a nocturnal call.
+In our hearts, though, we knew better.
+Leonard all the day was restless; he
+pricked his ears continually as if
+waiting for a voice from the forest.
+We could scarcely coax him out of his
+distrait mood, even with a double
+ration of the chewing gum he loved so
+well.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_062.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The next night sleep was impossible.
+Though we heard nothing, we knew,
+somehow, that outside Leonard’s pen
+was a slim brown body pressed close
+against the wire netting. We rose, at
+last, and crept out over the roof and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>down to the ground. The doe was
+there, as we had foreseen. At our approach
+she bounded away with only
+the faintest rustle of leaves and snapping
+of twigs to mark her progress.
+But knowing that she would not go far—that
+she would come back to her
+baby—Brother and I went quickly
+forward and opened the door of the
+pen.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Leonard came to us and thrust his
+nose against my hand. We knelt on
+the ground, putting our arms around
+him, pressing our faces against his soft,
+brown neck, telling him with tears behind
+our whispered words that he
+must go with his mother, that the
+danger season was passed, and that he
+was free to go back to his kindred.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_063.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We stole away, but Leonard followed
+us, as if asking where we went
+and why he was not to go with us.
+For the first time we pushed him away
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>from us, though you can not know
+what it meant to us to do it. He stood
+still then, as if wondering, perhaps a
+little hurt, and we, not daring to look
+back, ran for the fence, clambered
+upon it, and gained the roof.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Once there, we could not resist
+watching a bit, and it was not long
+before the two luminous eyes gleamed
+from the underbrush. Then we saw a
+shapely, dark body come slowly into
+the open, and Leonard, with light,
+springing bounds, had rushed to meet
+his mother. For an instant we saw
+again the glowing orbs of two pairs of
+eyes. Then the lights vanished; two
+dark bodies moved side by side into
+the blackness of the woods; we heard
+the light crackle of underbrush; and
+then silence.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Silently we crept into our beds, and
+long afterward I heard Brother’s
+choking whisper coming through the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>darkness—my own face was buried in
+the pillow:</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“I know—Leonard’s going to miss—his—gum—”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We cried ourselves to sleep that
+night, thinking of an empty pen and of
+a little brown friend gone from us forever.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_065.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>
+<img src='images/i_066.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>He questioningly sniffed the breeze.</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Four</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>The Faery Night</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_067.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+There came a night in
+June when the moon
+rose a great, yellow ball
+of light over the fir
+trees that crowned the
+hill. It was a night for adventure, for
+magic and mystery. And I, wide
+awake on the camp cot in the front
+yard of the cabin, listened to the faint
+lapping of the water upon the beach
+not a single stone’s-throw away, and to
+the wordless song of the pine trees as
+the night wind swept drowsy fingers
+across their branches—harps that woke
+to melody only when the daylight had
+gone and the stars stole out to listen to
+their song. The puffy maple tree
+which guarded the little log cabin was
+murmuring softly to itself, its leaves
+nodding to each other as if confiding
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>some wonderful secret, and the giant
+fir tree on the other side of the porch
+stood erect and motionless as if it were
+a sentinel and thus disdained to gossip.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>From far out in the bay came faint
+splashes which told of salmon leaping,
+and now and then the distant cry of a
+night bird, so faint as to be only the
+shadow of a sound. In the air was the
+smell of grass freshly wet with dew,
+of pine trees drenched and glistening,
+of wild syringa on the hillside, and,
+more pronounced, the scent of the tiny
+Mother of God roses that clambered
+over the cabin in a white and fragrant
+wreath.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The stars were bright as the tears of
+angels, from which the Chinook Indians
+say they were made, and the
+moon in their midst flooded hill and
+bay with a silvery light made more intense
+by the blackness of the forest.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_068.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Somehow there was a hint of expectancy
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>in the air, as if the summer had
+looked forward to this one night and
+was a-thrill with the joy of its coming.
+I could not sleep, for I was attuned to
+the things of the out-of-doors, and I,
+too, was a-thrill with the expectation of
+something—I knew not what.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I watched Altair rise over the
+“Happy Family” pines with his two
+attendant stars that are like the outspread
+wings of an eagle, and I kissed
+my hand to him in greeting.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>A star fell, leaving a trailing line of
+light in its wake, and suddenly I felt
+a little sad, for a Siwash Indian chief
+had told us that when a star fell, it was
+a flower tossed by the hand of a good
+spirit from Paradise to ease the pain
+of a soul passing out into the Great
+Darkness.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_069.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then Amarillo, the big yellow cat,
+padded across the grass with little
+throaty mewings of greeting, and I
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>felt the light thud of his body as he
+leaped on the bed and settled himself
+at my feet. He, too, was restless, for
+he would raise and lower his tawny
+head and would sometimes turn his
+golden eyes upon me as if seeking an
+explanation for the thrill that was in
+the night.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_070.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>So I was not surprised when I heard
+a faint, familiar scraping which told
+me that Brother had climbed from his
+bedroom window and was sliding
+down the roof to the fence.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Since we had only one camp cot,
+Brother and I must needs take turns
+sleeping out of doors. And although
+this night was mine, I knew that he,
+too, had felt its magic and could not
+abide the stuffy darkness of the cabin
+when the world outside was bathed in
+moonlight. He came tiptoeing around
+the corner of the house very quietly so
+as not to waken the grown-ups, and
+Amarillo purred loudly as he saw him
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>come, and dug his claws into the
+bedclothes with contented, prickling
+sounds.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother was fully dressed, and he
+put his lips close to my ear as he whispered:
+“Do you know what kind of
+a night this is?”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“No,” I answered breathlessly.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“A fairy night!” he breathed with
+awe. “The old fisherman told me that
+on moonlight nights the fairies dance
+in the moss ring on the Hill Trail.
+Come quick, let’s go!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I needed no second bidding. Even
+as he spoke, I was drawing over my
+head the knee-length dress I had worn
+during the day, and was feeling for my
+moccasins tucked away from the dew
+under the rubber covering of the bed.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_071.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Hand in hand we slipped out of the
+yard and up the trail, moving as
+silently as wraiths. Amarillo followed
+to the edge of the woods and then
+slipped away on business of his own.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>Up the hill we hurried, up the narrow
+trail patched with moonlight and
+shadows. The wet branches of the
+pines brushed across our faces; our
+bare legs were swished by fern fronds
+as we passed. Sometimes a twig
+crackled underfoot, and now and then
+we heard a slight rustling in the underbrush
+where a little animal was
+moving.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We passed by the spring which gurgled
+dreamily into the pool shadowed
+by ferns and alders. A mother deer
+and her baby were drinking there, and
+although they turned their great eyes
+upon us, luminous in the moonlight
+that sifted through the branches, they
+did not start or run as we stole by.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_072.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The top of the hill was gained at
+last, and the Hill Trail which we
+called ours. Well we knew the fairy
+ring, a circle of moss in a clearing,
+ringed around with pink twin-flowers
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>and wild strawberry vines, a fitting
+place for elfin feet to dance on a moonlight
+night. And as we neared the
+clearing flooded by the bright moonlight,
+we trembled with ecstasy and
+anticipation. That the fairies did
+dance there we never doubted, but
+would they reveal themselves to the
+eyes of mortals, even such friendly
+mortals as ourselves?</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Crouched behind a cedar log and
+screened by salal bushes, we watched
+and waited, our eyes glued to the moss
+ring in the patch of moon silver—but
+no fairies came.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_073.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Just the same it <i>was</i> a fairy night, as
+you shall see. For presently a little
+brown bear came out into the clearing,
+making considerably more noise than
+his size warranted, sat up on his
+haunches, and sniffed the breeze questioningly.
+He nibbled daintily at the
+leaves of a red huckleberry bush, and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>having finished his nocturnal repast,
+walked pigeon-toed over to a cedar
+tree, scratched his back against it,
+making rumbling noises of content,
+and finally raised himself to his full
+height—which was not so high after
+all—and marked how tall he was on
+the shaggy bark of the tree by scratching
+it deeply with his claws. Then he
+waddled away in his bow-legged fashion,
+and we heard the faint crashing of
+the underbrush as he passed through.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_074.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>There came a wakeful brown rabbit,
+who hopped into the very center of the
+fairy ring, wiggled his ears and nose,
+and then began to make an elaborate
+toilet—in honor, we thought, of the
+elfin ball. He washed his paws with
+care and gave each tapering ear a
+thorough massage. Last, he twisted
+like a contortionist to assure himself
+that his white knob of a tail was in perfect
+order, and finally being satisfied
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>with his inspection, he loped
+leisurely away without so much as
+the crackle of a twig.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_075.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The next two visitors to the moonlit
+clearing were two baby skunks striped
+with brown and white and with graceful
+tufts of white for tails. Strangely
+enough, Brother and I were not afraid
+of what might happen should they suddenly
+be aware of our presence and become
+frightened, for it seemed to us
+that we too belonged to the fairy night
+and that nothing could happen to mar
+the perfect beauty of it. The little
+animals played like kittens, dashing out
+at each other from the shadows and
+rolling about in mock ferocity, but
+presently they, too, stole away, silently,
+as wood creatures move, and we were
+left alone with the moonlit night and
+the empty fairy ring.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then from the direction of the trail
+came a cry of pain—like a human cry.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>The spell of the night was shattered,
+and we gripped each other’s hands and
+thought of flight. But again came the
+sound, a whimpering cry like a child
+in distress, and the fear which had
+clutched at our hearts vanished as suddenly,
+for we knew it must be an animal—some
+woods friend sorely hurt.
+So without further pause we left the
+shelter of the log and hurried across
+the clearing to the trail. The sound
+came from beyond the “Happy Family”
+pines, and we hastened toward it.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_076.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>In the lumber clearing just off the
+trail we found what we had half expected—a
+young fox caught in a steel
+trap by his front paws, and he was
+whimpering with the pain of it. The
+dark eyes which he turned toward us
+showed a frenzied, greenish light, and
+as we came nearer, he yelped sharply,
+tugging frantically at the sharp teeth
+which never relaxed their grip.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>The pity in our hearts made us forgetful
+of his fear, but as we started
+toward him, he wrenched backward,
+dragging the heavy trap to the full
+length of the chain, his small, gray-brown
+body a-quiver with terror and
+pain. So then we waited, approaching
+very quietly and slowly. Finally his
+struggles ceased from sheer fatigue,
+and the eyes which he turned upon us
+were dull and lifeless. Brother tried
+to hold me back, but I would not have
+it so, and coming very close to the little
+fox, I put my hand on his soft, furry
+head. He did not bite or even cringe.
+Perhaps his pain was so great that he
+could suffer no more and so could not
+be afraid, or perhaps it was because he
+sensed that my touch was a friendly
+one and that help was near at hand.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_077.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>
+<img src='images/i_078.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Together Brother and I pried the
+steel jaws apart, and the little fox, set
+free, limped away for a few feet and
+then fell exhausted. So I picked him
+up, and walking quietly so as not to
+hurt or alarm him, we sought again the
+forest pool, mottled now with deep
+shadows and pale lights. The mother
+deer and her baby had gone, and in
+the cool, gurgling water of the little
+stream we bathed the wounded feet of
+our friend and named him “Reginald.”
+We made sure that the paws were not
+broken, only lacerated by the sharp
+teeth of the trap, and when he began
+to stir and move his head in quick
+jerks from side to side, we set him
+down on the cool moss. After a little
+while he commenced to lick the hurt
+paws, very gently at first and then
+with increasing confidence, and he did
+not go away at once. He feared us no
+more than he would have feared a
+brother and sister fox. So for an hour,
+until the moonlight gleams became
+fainter and the shadows deeper, the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>three of us lingered by the forest pool.
+Brother and I pretended that Reginald
+talked to us and that he could understand
+what we said to him. And when
+finally he finished licking his paws and
+slipped away into the darkness, we
+regained once more the moonlit Hill
+Trail and started for home.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But there was one thing we must do,
+and we turned back to “Reginald’s
+clearing,” as we called it. In the
+waning light we found the trap which
+had so cruelly hurt our little friend,
+and we unwound the chain from the
+tree. Into the blackness of the underbrush
+we flung it and laughed defiantly
+as we heard it crash in the thicket.
+Then, as if some avenging power were
+hard on our heels, we fled down the
+trail out of the wood and stole into the
+yard without even the creaking of a
+gate to betray us.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_079.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Thrilled to the very core of my
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>being, I huddled into bed. And Amarillo,
+who had long since returned,
+arched his back and yawned widely as
+if to imply that such a nocturnal excursion
+was not respectable.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother started to tiptoe around to
+the fence and thus gain the roof and
+his bedroom, but I stopped him with
+a sharp hiss, and he tiptoed back to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“What shall we say if some hunter
+asks us about the trap?” I breathed
+into his ear, and he doubled up and
+laughed noiselessly.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_080.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>“We will tell him that anything can
+happen on a fairy night,” he whispered
+back and stole away to the fence, while
+I watched the moon settle behind the
+distant blue hills, and with the ensuing
+darkness came the breath of the morning
+breeze. The fairy night was over.</p>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span></div>
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c013'>
+    <div><span class='large'><i>Part Five</i></span>| <span class='sc'>The Friendship That Failed</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='c013 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>
+<img src='images/i_082.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Five</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>The Friendship That Failed</span></h2>
+</div>
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_082.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+On the shores of Puget
+Sound, where the woods
+come down to the shore
+to fraternize with the
+little white-capped waves
+of the bay, lived Henry, the heron.
+How old he was before Brother and I
+came to know him, we could not tell.
+But an old-man bird he must have
+been surely, for his was a knowledge
+of fishing that comes from long experience.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Every day we would watch him
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>from our little log cabin—watch him
+sail majestically toward the float, pause
+directly above, and flap down upon it,
+using his lanky legs as balancing
+weights. He would stand there for
+many moments, turning his head
+slightly from side to side as if revolving
+in his mind whether he had done
+the wise thing in coming, and what his
+next move ought to be.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_083.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>Cannon came charging in a whirlwind of feathers.</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Such a deliberate bird Henry
+seemed, but this apparent deliberation
+was only one of the tricks of his trade.
+I am sure that had I been a fish, I
+would have believed there was nothing
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>to fear from the immobile bunch of
+gray feathers balanced on two skinny
+stilt legs, and I would have swum merrily
+under the very tip of his beak.
+But Henry’s sharp, black eyes missed
+nothing, as the hapless fish found to
+their cost when they ventured too near
+the surface. With one lightning swoop
+the great bill cleaved the water, and
+the next instant a shiny fish was wriggling
+in his beak.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_084.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Sometimes he did his fishing while
+standing in the water up to his knees—or
+where his knees would be if herons
+had such things. With his head drawn
+in between his feathered shoulders and
+his long beak sticking out at right
+angles like a lance at rest, he seemed to
+be taking a siesta, and only the occasional
+plunge of his long bill into the
+water, and the accompanying twinkle
+of a small silver fish as it flapped in
+amazement before it slid down into his
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>gullet, proved that he was awake—and
+hungry.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We gave Henry his name when he
+was but an acquaintance of ours. We
+never really hoped to have him for a
+friend, but we liked him, and we felt
+that he liked us, too. So when he did
+his fishing on our float or knee-deep in
+the water of the little cove before the
+cabin, we threw scraps of bread to him,
+which he accepted gravely and always
+dipped in the salt water before swallowing.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We used to hear his strange, mournful
+cry late at night as he flew northward
+past the cove on his way to the
+pine tree where he lived, and we
+always pretended he was giving us a
+greeting before he turned in for the
+night.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_085.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We found out, too, where he made
+his home. We had often seen him land
+on a bony, fallen tree half a mile up the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>beach, which jutted straight out into
+the water and which we called “the
+Pointing Finger.” Once, in our explorations
+along the beach trail, we
+saw Henry standing on the gray shaft
+of the dead tree, and as we watched, he
+stooped slightly, then flapped upward
+and flew into a tall pine tree almost in
+front of us. When we stood under it,
+we could distinguish the outlines of a
+nest high up in the branches. Perhaps
+at that time there was a Mrs. Henry
+and maybe some young Henrys—I do
+not know. But certain it was that when
+he became a friend of ours by reason
+of a happening which might have
+ended in tragedy for him, he seemed to
+be without family cares or responsibilities.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_086.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>During the season when the salmon
+were running, the Old Fisherman, who
+was at once our mentor and playfellow,
+spread his nets from the shore-line
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>straight out into the bay for a hundred
+yards, leaving them there the night
+through to catch the large silver
+salmon on their way to the creeks to
+spawn. One of these nights he had laid
+his net near the Pointing Finger, and
+Brother and I, going with him in his
+creaky, flat-bottomed boat to see the
+result of the haul, heard ahead of us a
+great splashing, and saw dimly outlined
+in the midst of the cork floats a
+dark body that flapped and struggled.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We whispered excitedly that perhaps
+a seal had become entangled in
+the net, but the Old Fisherman thought
+it only a salmon, or perhaps a dogfish
+whose pointed snout had been caught
+in the meshes of the cords.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_087.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>But it was neither seal nor salmon,
+for on rowing close to the net we saw
+by the light of the Old Fisherman’s
+lantern a huge, gray bird with flapping
+wings and slashing beak. It was
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>Henry, the heron, who had alighted on
+one of the cork floaters, perhaps thinking
+it safe footing, and had thus become
+hopelessly snared in the net.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_088.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>What was even worse, he had hurt
+himself cruelly in his struggles, for one
+long leg was dangling helplessly, and
+one of his wide gray wings hung limp
+at his side. When the Old Fisherman,
+with gruff words but tender hands, released
+him from the cords which bound
+him, he could not fly, but flapped helplessly
+upon the water. And so it was
+that we lifted him into the boat and
+tied a gunnysack around him so that he
+should not injure himself further, for
+he did not understand that our intentions
+were kindly and snapped at us
+fiercely with his huge beak.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The Old Fisherman, who had lived
+with the Indians and who had acquired
+their curative gifts, took Henry,
+the heron, in charge when we reached
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>the little cabin in the cove, first muzzling
+him by tying a stout cord about
+his beak. Then he set the broken wing
+and put the leg in splints. The grown-ups
+suggested putting Henry in the
+hen-house for the night, but Brother
+and I would not have it so, and with
+their help we constructed a pen behind
+the kitchen stove where he could be
+warm and comfortable. We left him
+moving his head jerkily from side to
+side, blinking his beady eyes now and
+then and snapping his bill as if in troubled
+retrospect.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But during the next week Henry, the
+heron, came to know that we were his
+friends and that he had nothing to fear
+from us. He allowed us to stroke him
+and would accept morsels of food
+from our fingers, even taking care not
+to nip us with his powerful beak.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_089.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When he had finally ceased to fear
+us, we gave him the liberty of the back-yard,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>and he would stalk about stiffly
+like a peg-legged veteran of the wars.
+But most of the time he would stand
+with his head drawn in between his
+shoulders, the picture of dejection, and
+Brother and I knew he was longing for
+the freedom of the air and the water
+which had been his. He was longing
+for the cool lapping of little waves
+against his legs, for the silver gleam
+of fish in the blue depths; and he
+wanted to fly once more—to circle over
+the bay, to flap down upon the Pointing
+Finger. Perhaps he was even lonesome
+for the nest in the pine tree. At
+any rate we were sorry for his sadness
+and set about to remedy it as best we
+could. We fished indefatigably from
+the float, and the Old Fisherman
+brought us smelts and silver perch
+from his nets.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_090.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then, to make our guest feel more
+at home, we would put our catch in a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>washtub filled with water, and
+Henry would fish for them choosing
+his prey with calculating eye and
+gobbling it up with one great peck.
+It was the best we could do for him,
+and we felt that he appreciated that,
+too, for he obligingly hunted down
+every fish in the tub, and then would
+turn his grave head toward us, giving
+us the broadside effect of one shiny
+eye, whether in thanks or in petition
+for more we could not determine.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_091.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>But it was really due to Cannon, our
+bantam rooster, that Henry’s convalescence
+was not entirely unendurable.
+Cannon was the eldest son of Liberty, a
+small bantam hen who had brought
+forth her brood on the fourth of July—hence
+her name and his. He was the
+undisputed king of the poultry yard,
+for a strain of game cock in his blood
+had made him fearless of everything
+and an unspeakable bully. There was
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>no hen or cock of twice his size who
+dared come near his end of the feed
+trough, and even Prince, the mammoth
+White Rock rooster, stood in awe of
+him. Perhaps he was merely amused
+at the airs Cannon gave himself, and
+so let the tiny cock have his way, but
+at any rate his record of combat was
+unsullied by a single defeat.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_092.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have seen many a strange friendship
+between animals and between
+birds, too, but never one so curious
+as that of Henry, the heron, and Cannon,
+the bantam rooster. For friends
+they were, and real friends, too. They
+became acquainted when Cannon, flying
+into the back-yard one day, spied
+the stiff-legged Henry and immediately
+decided to do battle with him.
+He ruffled up his neck feathers,
+whirled round and round with one
+wing dusting the ground, and advancing
+on Henry, dared him to come on
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>and fight. At first Brother and I
+thought to rescue Cannon from what
+we believed would be his sure death.
+But we were wrong; for Henry regarded
+the little brown cock contemplatively,
+snapped his bill in warning,
+then blinked and turned away as if
+overcome with boredom. But Cannon
+was not used to being ignored. If his
+enemies would not fight, they must at
+least give way before him. So his neck
+ruff distended more and more, his tiny
+comb glowed an angry red, and in his
+best game-cock fashion he hopped up
+and down stiffly, trying to strike at the
+heron’s broad, feathered breast above
+him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_093.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Henry eyed him curiously, almost
+saturninely, and at last with a sort of
+wearied annoyance gave one sweep of
+his broad bill, and Cannon was sent
+tumbling in a scurry of brown feathers
+and outraged squawks. But he was a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>warrior; back he came in a series of
+frenzied leaps, and once more Henry’s
+massive bill swept him lightly but conclusively
+aside.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_094.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Time after time, to the number of
+twelve, Cannon came charging in a
+whirlwind of feathers, trying to slash
+the feathered breast of his passive
+enemy, always to be met by the calm
+but decisive buffet of Henry’s beak.
+At last it was a wearied little bantam
+cock who stopped pantingly and turned
+his back upon the gray heron, owning
+himself defeated.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Perhaps it was respect for Henry’s
+superior prowess which actuated Cannon,
+and perhaps the merry little bantam’s
+pluck appealed to the grave
+fisher bird, for they became almost at
+once inseparable friends. Cannon deserted
+his feathered acquaintances and
+spent his time in the back-yard with
+Henry. When finally the invalid was
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>well enough to hobble down on the
+float, Cannon went with him and would
+stand beside him while Henry, the
+heron, swooped joyfully upon minnows
+and silver smelt and gobbled them
+down with a zest he had never displayed
+when fishing in the washtub.
+Such became the intimacy of the tall
+Henry and the diminutive Cannon that
+Henry would even share his catch
+with Cannon, dropping down upon the
+float a small, wriggling fish for Cannon’s
+delectation.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We noticed that at first the bantam
+rooster eyed askance the flapping tidbits
+offered by his friend. He was not
+accustomed to such lively food, but
+little by little he learned to peck and
+devour the fish with the same relish
+that Henry showed for them. He became
+a feathered parasite, depending
+almost entirely upon the heron for his
+meals.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_095.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>It was such a pleasant friendship—comradeship
+between man and man
+always is—and it was broken up, I am
+sorry to say, in the usual way—by a
+woman.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>As Henry grew stronger, his leg and
+wing knit rapidly. And on the day
+when the Old Fisherman removed the
+bandages and pronounced the patient
+out of danger, we feared our heron
+friend would leave us. But he did not.
+He had become accustomed to the
+float, to the cabin, to the yard, and to
+Brother and me. Above all, there was
+Cannon, the bantam rooster. So he
+stayed with us, flapping up into the firtree
+in the front yard at night to roost,
+and fishing from the float or the beach
+in the daytime. It was an idyllic state
+of affairs which might have lasted indefinitely
+had it not been for Sironda,
+the Black Minorca hen.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_096.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Si” we sometimes called her for
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>short, and we had known her from the
+day of her birth. Even before that;
+for Brother and I had set the very egg
+in the incubator from which she was
+hatched. She was a trim little hen
+with shiny black feathers, a red comb
+that fell coquettishly over one eye, and
+a “singing voice” that made her the
+prima donna among the poultry. She
+was in every respect fitted to make an
+impressionable cockerel forget the ties
+of friendship, and Brother and I have
+always believed that she mapped out a
+campaign to that end after seeing how
+well Cannon fared by trailing at
+Henry’s heels.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>She took to wandering down upon
+the float, singing softly to herself and
+ostensibly on the lookout for bugs, but,
+as we noticed, keeping an eye upon
+Cannon and his fisher friend and always
+drawing nearer and nearer to the
+pair.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_097.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>Finally she grew so bold as to come
+up to Cannon’s side, and when Henry,
+the heron, next dropped a shining
+smelt upon the float, the bantam, innately
+chivalrous, voiced a high-pitched
+invitation to Sironda to partake
+of the dainty.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Cannon, watching her, was content
+to have her devour the juicy morsel,
+but not so was Henry. He would fish
+willingly for Cannon, but not for his
+lady friends, and with one hair-raising
+scream he opened his huge bill, spread
+his wings and lunged for Sironda, who
+dropped the remnants of the fish and
+fled down the float, half running, half
+flying, and uttering hysterical cackles.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_098.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Cannon watched her precipitous retreat
+with a surprised and worried
+countenance; then he turned upon
+Henry. And though Brother and I
+could not hear what was said, I am
+sure that there were fierce words between
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>them, for Henry had to knock
+Cannon down three times in rapid succession
+before the irate bantam turned
+heel and followed Sironda up the float
+and into the yard.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The rift in the lute had come, and it
+grew wider. For Sironda became
+bolder in her advances, and Cannon,
+flattered by her feminine wiles, laid his
+fish—of Henry’s catching—at her feet.
+It was a triangle situation which could
+end only in one way. For at the end of
+each one-sided fight Cannon would
+stalk away with outraged dignity in
+every ruffled feather, and Henry
+would gaze after him sadly and would
+thereafter peck at the swarms of silver
+smelt solemnly and without zest.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_099.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And so he left us. One day he tried
+his massive wings and sailed upward
+and outward into the blue sky, circled
+in midair as if trying his strength, and
+then flapped quietly away toward the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>Pointing Finger, and as he flew, he
+uttered a mournful cry that trailed behind
+him like a wisp of smoke.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>And Cannon, the thankless one, did
+not even know that he had gone. He
+was scratching worms for Sironda.
+But I really think it broke Henry’s
+heart, for he never came to our float
+again. And I am positive that he
+became a woman-hater and remained a
+bachelor the rest of his life.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_100.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c013 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>
+<img src='images/i_101.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>His constant barking set the grown-ups against him.</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Six</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>Stop Thief</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_101.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+In the days when the roving
+fisher boats chugged
+into the little cove to set
+their nets for salmon or
+silver smelt, we spent most
+of our time on the bay. We knew
+every broad-beamed gray launch that
+rounded Green Point, a mile away,
+and we knew most of the fishermen
+who owned them. We would wait
+until the coughing engine was silent
+and the anchor was cast; then we
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>would hoist the sail of our tiny, round-bottomed
+skiff and, using an oar for a
+rudder, skim out across the ruffled surface
+of the bay to pay a visit to the
+swarthy-visaged men with heavy, grizzled
+beards and rough, red hands.
+They always made us welcome in their
+strange and guttural tongues, for we
+took them apples from the orchard,
+and sometimes a glass of jelly or a loaf
+of home-made bread. And in exchange
+they gave us curious souvenirs
+of their travels—dried starfish of monstrous
+size, lovely, iridescent shells,
+and reed baskets bartered from the
+Siwash Indians.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_102.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The boat we knew best was called
+<i>Rosenzweig</i>, which, the Austrian owners
+said, meant “Rose-branch.” These
+two fishermen, dark, powerful men,
+anchored just beyond our float in the
+smelt and salmon seasons, and we were
+fond of them. They let us help them
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>haul in the nets, and more than once
+Brother and I have stood in huge hip
+boots many sizes too large, tugging
+at wet ropes heavy with seaweed,
+excitedly pulling at the drag net and
+watching for the first glint of splashing
+silver in the brown meshes which
+would tell us that the net was nearly to
+the beach and filled with fish.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_103.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We were always sorry to see the
+<i>Rosenzweig</i> leave us, and it was always
+a day of rejoicing when we
+sighted the little gray boat chugging
+around the Point, its bow and stern
+piled high with seine and drag nets.
+The two fishermen brought us a gift
+each time—we expected it. Sometimes
+it would be a bunch of letters with
+Austrian stamps attached—Brother
+and I were confirmed philatelists;
+sometimes it was a sugar-cured salmon,
+and once they brought us a carved
+canoe paddle which they had purchased
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>of a Nittenat chief, far up the
+straits toward Alaska.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But the day of days was when, coming
+alongside their gray boat just as
+the anchor splashed, we were greeted
+by Andrin, the elder brother, who
+grinned delightedly and signified in
+his broken English that he had something
+wonderful for us.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We clambered over the gunwale of
+the <i>Rosenzweig</i>, with its littered deck
+and its heavy, perpetual smell of fish,
+seaweed, and tar calking, and Karl, the
+younger fisherman, made us shut our
+eyes while he carried something up
+from the hold and put it on the deck,
+something that thrashed about wetly
+and barked in a high-pitched baby
+voice much like a puppy’s.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_104.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We opened our eyes and stared in
+amazement. For there, before us on
+the deck, was a baby seal! He was
+wet and shiny brown, with great,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>bright eyes that peered at us curiously,
+but without fear, and delicate nostrils
+with neat, gentlemanly whiskers protruding
+from each side. With his tiny
+fore-flappers he propelled himself
+along the deck, barking constantly.
+Andrin threw him a piece of dried fish,
+which he caught in the air and devoured
+instantly.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“We bring you nice present,” said
+Karl, showing his white teeth in a
+smile, and he indicated the baby seal,
+who reared himself up as high as he
+could on his front flappers and barked
+vociferously.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>That we were delighted goes without
+saying. We had seen many seals
+from a distance, but never had we
+thought to have one for a friend.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_105.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Often one would pop out of the
+water in the wake of our boat as we
+rowed to town, his wet, sleek head
+blackly silhouetted against the blue
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>water. And if we whistled or called,
+he would follow us indefinitely, for
+seals have more than their share of
+curiosity. They are interested in
+strange sounds and in bright colors.
+Once, when Brother was wearing a
+red sweater, a seal followed our boat
+for nearly a mile.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_106.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We had often known when they
+were near us in the Bay even without
+seeing them. For when we saw a salmon
+jumping many times, in a series of
+frenzied leaps, we knew it was not
+through sport, but because he was pursued
+by a seal who would surely seize
+him the minute his strength gave out.
+We had seen salmon nets spread in the
+water with only a row of fish heads remaining
+in the meshes. Robber seals
+had neatly bitten off the rest of the
+body. Once, while Brother and I were
+swimming far out from the float, a
+smooth, heavy body brushed against
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>mine, and I screamed with fear. But
+an instant later a brown, wet head
+arose not twenty yards away, and two
+bright eyes were turned on me inquiringly
+as if to ask why I had been
+frightened.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>You see, we were well acquainted
+with the seal family at long distance,
+but never before had we been so close
+to one of the brown brethren.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I took a piece of fish from Karl’s
+hand and stooped toward the baby seal,
+who turned his head from side to side,
+sniffed once or twice, and then dragged
+himself along the deck to me, taking
+the friendship offering gingerly from
+my outstretched fingers. A little later
+he found a warm, sunny place on a pile
+of nets and turned over on his back,
+scratching himself negligently with
+one of his fore-flappers.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_107.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Karl said he would not take it amiss
+if we scratched him under the chin,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>and indeed he did not. He stretched
+his head back and closed his eyes, while
+we gently stroked the glossy fur,
+which, as it dried, became gray rather
+than brown in color.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_108.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The fishermen told us that the baby
+seal had attended a net-robbing expedition
+with his mother. Both the lady
+seal and her baby had become entangled
+in the nets. The mother had
+fought and had finally escaped. But
+the baby they had loosed from the
+heavy meshes, and had taken him,
+barking and protesting, on board the
+<i>Rosenzweig</i>, where they had kept him
+in the hold, first as a prisoner and then
+as a pet, to bring to Brother and me.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I know they were sorry to part with
+Alfred, as we christened the little seal,
+but they needed the hold of their small
+boat for their catches of fish. They
+could not afford to turn it permanently
+into a bath-tub for a water-baby who
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>could not live long away from the element
+to which he was accustomed. So
+when the <i>Rosenzweig</i> chugged away a
+few days later, Alfred was left to our
+care, with a hundred instructions as to
+how to regulate his diet and behavior.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The grown-ups were none too
+pleased at our latest pet, and it was a
+tribute to Alfred’s winning ways that
+he finally established himself as firmly
+in their affection as in ours. For there
+was no doubting his intelligence,
+handicapped as it was by his unwieldy
+body that seemed half fish and half
+animal.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_109.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>He learned to respond to his name
+sooner than most dogs, and he displayed
+his love for us in a manner
+which was unmistakable. At first we
+were afraid to let him go into the bay
+for fear he would swim away and leave
+us. We did not know how large seals
+had to be before they could earn their
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>living in the water, but we chose to
+think—selfishly perhaps—that Alfred
+was too small to make his way in a submarine
+contest of wits against older
+and more experienced of his kindred.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_110.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We need not have worried, however,
+for the baby seal adopted us in the same
+spirit that we had adopted him. He
+evidently had no thought of leaving
+us. The float in front of the cabin was
+his headquarters, and from it he would
+slide off into the water, rolling and
+splashing like a young dolphin, to return
+when he was tired or when we
+called him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I can see him now, his small, sleek
+head, with its great brown eyes, sticking
+up out of the water, at our call pointing
+for the float like a periscope; lifting
+himself by his wet fore-flappers
+with their short, clicking nails and
+dragging himself toward us, leaving in
+his wake a trail of salt water.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>It was his constant barking which at
+first had set the grown-ups against him,
+so we made him refrain from it. He
+learned that when we said, with finger
+upraised reprovingly, “Alfred, less
+noise!” he must be quiet, or there
+would be no piece of dried fish for
+him, no bottle of milk, and no gum-drops.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_111.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It might not have been necessary to
+bring Alfred up on the bottle, especially
+as the fishermen of the <i>Rosenzweig</i>
+had been feeding him dried fish
+ever since they had caught him, but
+our experience with other baby animals
+had convinced us that milk was
+a pleasant if not absolutely essential
+form of food. So we trained Alfred
+to drink from a bottle with a rubber
+nipple, and he loved it. He broke the
+first two, banging them down on the
+float, so Brother and I devised
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>a padded bag for it. From this
+Alfred daily took his milk, blinking
+his great, shining eyes at us and
+pausing occasionally to bark. We
+came to know it for his sign of approval.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_112.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The gum-drops were given to him
+experimentally. Brother maintained
+that the Esquimaux lived on them, and
+that Alfred, being a relative of northern
+fur-bearing seals, would doubtless
+thrive on the same diet. His reasoning
+may have been faulty in theory, but in
+practise it was amazingly successful.
+Many a time did Brother and I row
+the three miles to town for the special
+purpose of purchasing gum-drops for
+Alfred. He seemed to know instinctively
+when we had the candy with us,
+for when, in returning, we reached the
+Pointing Finger, half-way between
+Green Point and the cove, we could
+make out a black speck on the float
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>ahead of us, a speck that wriggled and
+flopped and finally slid down into the
+water. Then we would see a round
+dot against the blue little waves of the
+bay, a dot that resolved itself into a
+sleek, brown head, and there would be
+Alfred, swimming toward the boat,
+lifting himself as high out of the water
+as he could, his eyes fixed upon us
+beamingly. We always made him
+wait until we reached the float and
+moored the boat, then we would toss
+him the candy a piece at a time, making
+him catch it in midair.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_113.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>As Alfred grew older and larger, we
+trained him to do some of the things we
+had seen his kindred do in the circuses.
+And how eager he was to learn!
+He put Brother and me to shame, for
+we hated lessons. He loved them. We
+taught him to balance an indoor baseball
+on the tip of his brown nose, and
+when he saw us coming down the float
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>with his ball in our hands, he would
+set up a hilarious barking and wriggle
+over to us, his head moving up and
+down in an ecstasy of anticipation.
+There was no barking, though, when
+he went through his tricks. If Alfred
+had been a man, his power of concentration
+would have made him a millionaire.
+He would sit, moment after
+moment, posing the ball on his nose,
+flexing his body from side to side to
+keep the balance, his bright, intelligent
+eyes fixed steadily on the leathern
+sphere.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_114.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We taught him to “play dead,” to
+dive from a high springboard, and to
+fetch us a stick that we threw into the
+water.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Some people say there is nothing in
+heredity. I am sure there is. I do not
+pretend to be an expert on the question,
+but I can account in no other way for
+Alfred’s deflection from the path of
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>respectability. It was certainly not because
+of lack of nourishment that he
+took to robbing seine nets of salmon.
+I am rather inclined to think it was his
+mother’s waywardness which was cropping
+out in him. At any rate, he took
+to making nocturnal excursions, and in
+the morning we would find him on the
+float, stretched out listlessly, his stomach
+actually distended by too much
+food, and he would eye with disdain
+the padded bottle of milk and the
+pieces of griddle cake we had brought
+for his breakfast.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_115.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Still we did not suspect that our
+friend had become a net robber until
+the Old Fisherman descended on us
+one morning with wrath in his eye.
+He told us of having made the rounds
+of his salmon nets the night before to
+find the bodies neatly snipped from
+half a dozen king salmon. He had
+even caught the fish burglar in the act
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>of amputating a Chinook salmon’s silver
+body from its head, and the seal
+had stared at him in the lantern light
+and had barked at him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>That it was Alfred, he was sure.
+Brother and I demurred that one seal
+was much like another. But no, said
+the Old Fisherman; this was a small
+seal, a seal unafraid of people, an impudent,
+half-grown seal—Alfred!</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“And he chose the best fish o’ the
+lot,” he fumed. “If he’d taken a dog-salmon,
+now—but no, he has to pick
+out the kings, the steel-heads and the
+Chinooks!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We faced Alfred and charged him
+with suspicion of robbery. It seemed
+to us that he avoided our questioning
+eyes. He flapped over to his ball at the
+side of the float and occupied himself
+in trying to hoist it on his nose. It was
+perfectly clear to us that his conscience
+was clouded with guilt.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_116a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_116b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>
+<img src='images/i_117.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>What to do? We loved Alfred
+dearly, but we loved the Old Fisherman,
+too, and his living depended upon
+the hauls of fish he made. A scanty
+living it was at best, and we could not
+bear the thought of being even indirectly
+the cause of poverty descending
+upon him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We built a wire cage in which we
+confined Alfred the next night, much
+against his will. And the Old Fisherman
+reported in the morning that no
+salmon had been stolen. But the following
+night heredity and appetite
+proved stronger than the wire netting
+we had devised, and Alfred robbed the
+seine net, near the Pointing Finger, of
+three large steel-heads.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The question of turning Alfred loose
+was a difficult one. We had never restrained
+him in any way, and our float
+and the beach beside it were the only
+homes he knew. The Old Fisherman
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>spoke of killing, but that was against
+the law, since the seals of Puget Sound
+are considered in the same class with
+sea-gulls and other scavengers. Besides,
+Brother and I would never have
+permitted such a thing. Alfred was
+our friend. Somewhat of a reprobate,
+it is true, but after all, he had as much
+right to the salmon in the Bay as had
+the Old Fisherman. It was not his
+fault that he could not understand the
+man-made ethics by which human beings
+assumed control over the water
+and its inhabitants.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_118.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then the next morning, as if in
+response to prayer, the <i>Rosenzweig</i>
+came chugging around Green Point.
+Hardly had its anchor splashed when
+Brother and I were easing our boat
+alongside and clambering up to the
+smelly deck.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We told Karl and Andrin, all in a
+breath, how Alfred, the seal baby, had
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>grown up to be a salmon thief, just
+like his mother. We told how sorry
+we were for the Old Fisherman, and
+how we could not seem to explain to
+Alfred about controlling his appetite.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_119.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Karl and Andrin took counsel with
+each other. We hung hopefully upon
+the strange foreign sentences that we
+could not understand. Then Karl
+grinned broadly. They were going to
+buy a new boat, he said, a bigger boat.
+They could fix a sort of a tank for
+Alfred, wherein he could submerge
+himself in water. There would be no
+question of fish; he would have his fill
+of them. They had missed him, Karl
+said. He had been “such a smart
+babee!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>So Alfred left us as he had come to
+us—on board the <i>Rosenzweig</i>. He
+nuzzled against my hand like a dog as
+I gave him a gum-drop, and his shining
+eyes were fixed on me with so much
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>affection in them that I had to blink
+hard to keep from crying. He had
+forgotten Karl and Andrin. His
+heart was plainly in our keeping.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But the parting had to be. It was
+with sorrowful faces that we watched
+the <i>Rosenzweig</i> weigh anchor and
+commence to chug out into the current.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother and I stood on the float, trying
+to pretend to each other that we
+weren’t down-hearted, when suddenly
+I spied between the boards Alfred’s
+ball.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Oh,” I cried, “he must have that to
+remember us by.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We piled into the little white boat
+and, pulling on the oars with all our
+might, set out in pursuit of the gray
+fishing launch. Our cries finally
+reached Karl and Andrin, for the engine
+stopped, and in a few minutes we
+came alongside.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_120.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Alfred’s ball!” we explained
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>breathlessly. “He’d be lonesome
+without it.”</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_121a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And at the sound of our voices, we
+heard a high-pitched barking from the
+hold. It was Alfred, who was calling
+to us as best he knew how, begging us
+not to leave him, asking us to please
+take him home with us—</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We did not wait for the fishermen’s
+thanks. We were on the verge of tears.
+So the engine started again its steady
+drumming, the propeller churned the
+water into green and white whirlpools,
+and the <i>Rosenzweig</i> made out towards
+the Straits, while our little boat rocked
+gently in her wake.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_121b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>And then, as we sat there, a sleek
+brown head appeared out of the water
+not a dozen yards from the stern—a
+shiny seal head with brilliant, intelligent
+eyes. It was not Alfred, of course,
+but for an instant we thought it might
+be. For the space of a few breaths the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>eyes watched us intently, then the head
+disappeared from sight.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“I’ll bet it was Alfred’s mother,”
+said Brother solemnly, “wanting to
+know what we’d done with her child.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Well,” said I, “what has happened
+is her own fault. If only she hadn’t
+made a robber of him!”</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_122.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span></div>
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c013'>
+    <div><span class='large'><i>Part Seven</i></span></div>
+    <div><span class='sc'>O’Henry, the Quail Baby</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='c002 figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_123.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c013 figleft id004'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>
+<img src='images/i_124.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div  class='figright id004'>
+<img src='images/i_125.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>If Clarence had been a man, he would have endowed orphanages.</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Seven</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>O’Henry</span><br> <i>The</i><br> <span class='sc'>Quail Baby</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_124.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+It was upon the Hill
+Trail that Brother and I
+came to know O’Henry,
+the Quail Baby. You
+would have liked our Hill
+Trail. It ran from the old logging
+chute, just at the top of the hill
+above the cabin, straight through
+woods of pine and fir until it ended at
+Bright Creek, two miles distant, a turbulent
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>little stream full of rapids and
+miniature waterfalls, where the lady
+salmon fought their way up through
+the fresh water to deposit their eggs.
+The Hill Trail was bordered by ferns
+and salal bushes, with delicate, overhanging
+red huckleberry bushes and
+rows of young alders who whispered
+to each other all day like children in
+church. On either side of the brown
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>ribbon that was the trail a carpet of
+grass and green moss stretched back
+into the deep woods, and tapestries of
+twin-flower vines and wild blackberry
+bushes hung from stump and fallen
+tree. The sunlight slanted down
+through the tall pines and touched the
+trail with tapering fingers of light as
+if it loved it. Even in the hottest summer
+there was always a little breeze
+that stirred the alders into sleepy gossip
+and set the pine trees humming
+gently to themselves. There was the
+scent of pine-needles, of fallen leaves,
+of wet moss.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_126.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We loved the Hill Trail best on the
+drowsy days of summer, when the
+shadows of the trees were long and
+cool, and the gentle splash of the tiny
+waterfall deep in the woods came like
+distant music. It was on such a day
+that we lay in the cool, deep moss near
+the Fairy Ring and stared through interlacing
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>branches at the blue patchwork
+sky. We heard the tap-tap of a
+woodpecker not far away, the drowsy
+hum of a bee, and the shrill twittering
+of a flock of juncoes who were flying
+overhead. Then from afar came a call
+that we knew and loved, the deep
+woods call of the quail, with its three
+clear notes which said, as we imagined,
+“Oh, <i>Hen</i>-ry! Oh, <i>Hen</i>-ry!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The Chinook Indians say that long
+ago a lady quail was unfaithful to her
+mate, but afterward repented. Her
+husband never forgave her, however,
+and would not come back to her, so
+now she goes through the forest calling
+plaintively to him, “Oh, <i>Hen</i>-ry!”</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_127.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>As we listened, the quail call came
+nearer, then a faint, almost imperceptible
+scurry of leaves that told us that
+a bevy of the little brown birds was
+close at hand. Indeed, closer at hand
+than we thought, for at that instant a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>mother quail tripped out from the underbrush
+and at sight of us stopped
+short with an imperative danger note,
+sounded, as we suspected, in warning
+to the children who were following
+her. We had not moved, but the
+mother heart was filled with terror.
+There was a whir of wings, and she
+rose in the air for a short distance,
+then fell, crashing heavily into a clump
+of fern.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“She’s hurt,” said Brother in a low
+tone, and quietly yet quickly we rose to
+our feet, our one thought to aid the little
+brown lady in her distress. But as
+we came near her—so near that my
+outstretched hand almost touched her—she
+fluttered away out through the
+clearing and down the trail, one wing
+dragging piteously.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_128.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Of course you must know it was only
+a trick. Brother and I should have
+known it, for we had heard of it many
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>times. But such was the excellent acting
+of the brown mother bird, with her
+trailing wing, her helpless fluttering,
+and pitiful little cries, that we never
+questioned her sincerity. Half a dozen
+times we almost touched her, and each
+time she eluded us and fluttered a few
+feet ahead. Then suddenly with triumphant
+whir of strong wings she rose
+in a graceful arc and disappeared in
+the thickness of the forest shadows.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We stood and laughed—a little ruefully,
+for we prided ourselves upon our
+woodcraft. Then I touched Brother’s
+arm as a thought came to me.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Her children are back by the Fairy
+Ring,” I told him. “Let us hide there
+and see if she will return to them.”</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_129.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>So down the trail we sped, across
+the little clearing, and stooped behind
+a thick screen of salal bushes. Nor
+had we long to wait, for presently
+there was a soft flutter of wings, a scuttle
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>of leaves, and out from the underbrush,
+at almost the very spot where we
+had first seen her, came the mother
+quail uttering a soft, piping call which
+meant “Danger is past; all’s well!”</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_130a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>As if by magic, a dozen tiny brown
+bodies scurried out from under leaves,
+baby birds the size of bantam chicks.
+They eddied around and behind her
+like little leaves in the wind, and she
+spoke to them in soft, maternal notes,
+telling them perhaps of the two fierce
+humans from whom she had saved
+them by exposing herself to capture.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_130b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>But quails can not count, it seems.
+For when the little brown mother
+tripped daintily away into the deep
+greenery of the fern brake with her
+brood at her heels, we heard a tiny,
+piping cry so small as to be only a dot
+of sound. Following it, we came upon
+the place where Mrs. Quail’s children
+had hidden themselves, and there we
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span>found a baby quail whose tiny legs had
+been caught in a twin-flower vine, and
+who was trying to wrench himself free
+with all his little might. It was but
+the work of an instant to release the
+little dark brown puffball, and as I
+held him in my hands he peeped
+shrilly and mournfully.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_131.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We could not bear the thought of
+leaving him there in the woods on the
+chance that his mother would hear him
+and come to him. Perhaps our doubt
+of her was unjust, but at any rate I
+carried him down the Hill Trail,
+through the orchard, and to the little
+log cabin. Cupped warmly in my
+hands, he went to sleep, and when he
+woke up, he forgot that he had been
+frightened, for he was a very tiny
+quail, and his life had been so brief
+that he had not had time to learn the
+great fear which all too soon becomes
+a part of every woods creature’s life.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span>
+<img src='images/i_132a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>That night we put him in a little box
+with warm flannel covers over him,
+which we hoped would take the place
+of his mother’s feathers, and the next
+morning we thought to give him into
+the keeping of some philanthropic hen
+to rear with her own children.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_132b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>O’Henry, the Quail Baby, did not
+know that he was not a chicken; but
+the hens knew the difference, and there
+was not one lady among them, I am
+sorry to say, who would stretch her
+maternal spirit to include him in her
+family. We tried him on Sironda, the
+black Minorca hen, who had obligingly
+hatched out and mothered everything,
+from Barred Plymouth Rock
+chicks to white Pekin ducklings, and
+who had even reared a family of lanky
+young turkeys. But although Sironda
+was fussily attentive to her own brood
+of three-day-old chicks, she clucked
+sharply when we shoved O’Henry in
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span>under her spreading wings, and tried
+to scalp him with a vigorous peck.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Nor would Liberty, the bantam hen,
+accept him as a foster child. She
+squawked as if he were some vicious
+animal, and only prompt attention on
+our part saved him from a terrible
+death.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>So we brought up O’Henry by hand
+and built for him a wire pen where he
+could spend his days. We dared not
+let him loose in the poultry yard, for
+it seemed that every hen, matron and
+maiden lady alike, resented the presence
+of the little woods stranger and
+would have rejoiced in scalping him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_133.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother and I lightened O’Henry’s
+captivity as much as we could. We
+taught him to come to us when we
+whistled his family call, and we would
+carry him about on our shoulders, balancing
+there like a tight-rope performer.
+We took him with us when
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>we rowed in our little boat on the bay,
+and he would perch on the bow, keeping
+himself upright with fluttering
+wings and tail, cocking his tiny head on
+one side when the sea-gulls flew over,
+and uttering at times a faint and
+thoughtful note.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>However, it was really due to
+Clarence, the gray gander, that
+O’Henry’s life became a happy one at
+the cove. Clarence was full of years
+and dignity, and a born philanthropist.
+If he had been a man, he would have
+endowed orphanages and given newsboy
+dinners. As it was, he had a passion
+for fathering the young things of
+the poultry yard, much to the dismay
+of the various mothers.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_134.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>There was never a queerer sight
+than Clarence, the huge gander, going
+the rounds of the hen-coops of a morning,
+making coaxing noises to lure the
+young chicks out from under their
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span>mothers’ wings. The mother hens
+were imprisoned to prevent their
+scratching in the garden, and Clarence
+would shovel at the ground with his
+broad flat bill and pretend to drop a
+worm or bug in front of the coop, with
+the result that half of the lady hen’s
+brood would be at his heels ready to
+follow where he led. His charges
+were always well fed, for Clarence was
+an excellent provider, but the wear and
+tear on the feelings of the mothers
+must have been terrific.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_135.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was inevitable that sooner or later
+the gray gander should discover
+O’Henry and make him one of his
+family. We found Clarence in the
+yard one morning, a dozen odd-sized
+chickens at his webbed heels. There
+were two Minorca chicks that belonged
+to Sironda, half a dozen white
+Leghorn children, a tiny cockerel with
+budding wings and tail who was
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span>Liberty’s son, and a lanky young
+Plymouth Rock rooster, all run to legs.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We were minded to see what Clarence
+would think of our pet, and we let
+O’Henry out of his pen. The gray
+gander waddled over toward the tiny
+brown bird, his feathered tail wiggling
+from side to side, and made some
+hospitable noises in his throat. Then
+he pulled up a tuft of grass and
+dropped it before the Quail Baby by
+way of getting acquainted. The chicks
+set upon it noisily, while O’Henry
+watched them, his little head upraised,
+his tiny black eyes fixed on Clarence’s
+friendly bulk.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_136.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We had no idea of letting him go
+gipsying with Clarence, for he had become
+a well-loved playmate, and we
+could not be sure of his safety when
+away from us. Brother stooped to
+pick him up, but with a long-drawn
+hiss Clarence was upon him in a fury
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span>of flapping wings and snapping bill.
+He did not suffer his charges to be molested
+while in his care; that was clear.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>So we allowed O’Henry to go jaunting
+with Clarence and his feathered
+crew. Daily the gray gander would
+come into the yard with his motley
+family in tow, and having gathered up
+O’Henry, they would be off through
+the meadow, up into the orchard, not
+to return until the setting of the sun.
+They would come straggling back in
+sleepy Indian file, the gray gander at
+the head of the line, the chicks cheeping
+fretfully and glad to nestle under
+the feathers of their distracted mothers.
+We would watch for O’Henry
+and whistle the call he knew. He
+would come to us with his quick, darting
+run and we would take him into the
+house for the night. His crop was
+always crammed disgracefully, and his
+eyes were heavy with sleep.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_137.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span>
+<img src='images/i_138a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Sometimes O’Henry heard the call
+of the wild, and we wondered when he
+would obey it. He had grown from a
+baby bird to a beautiful brown gentleman
+quail, with white stripes running
+from his throat down over his breast
+like a vest. He had a tiny topknot that
+lifted in moments of excitement, and a
+clear “Bobwhite” whistle that Brother
+and I imitated, much to his annoyance.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We would hide from him behind the
+rose-bush and whistle. He would
+come running, his head stretched out
+in front of him, and on seeing us would
+hunch his head in between his shoulders
+and blink at us reproachfully.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_138b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When summer passed and autumn
+came to the cove, O’Henry was the
+only one of Clarence’s family who still
+remained with the gray gander. The
+chicks and ducklings had gradually
+grown to adulthood and forgotten the
+kindly gander who had fathered them.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span>But O’Henry still joined Clarence in
+his daily excursions to the orchard or
+the meadow.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then one day, late in the fall,
+O’Henry went back to the woods. We
+grieved for him, because we loved him
+and because he had chosen the hardest
+time of the year in which to return to
+wild life he knew only by instinct. We
+went along the Hill Trail whistling
+“Oh, <i>Hen-ry</i>!” But if he heard the
+call he disregarded it. He never came
+to us.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_139.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Clarence was inconsolable. Day
+after day he would waddle into the
+back-yard where O’Henry’s empty pen
+still stood, walk around it, peer
+through the wire mesh, and make seductive
+noises of invitation. Brother
+and I tried to explain to him that our
+baby quail had grown up and had gone
+back to his kindred of the woods,
+but Clarence only hissed at us
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>and regarded us balefully. I think he
+suspected us of having made away with
+his little comrade.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>One day the snow came, early for the
+Sound country, and Brother and I,
+climbing the trail to the top of the hill,
+saw the familiar three-line imprints of
+the quail track. We thought of
+O’Henry, our lost friend; we hoped he
+was warm and that his crop was full
+of food.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then one morning we heard the familiar
+“quit quit” of the quail very
+near at hand. The sound came from
+an empty hen-house, and when we
+approached it silently and peered
+through a crack, what should we see
+there but a bevy of twenty quail—and
+O’Henry in their midst! He had not
+forgotten us after all! He had brought
+his friends and relatives back to the
+place of his childhood, where he was
+sure of a welcome for them.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_140.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>Our hands filled with cracked wheat
+and mixed grain, we came to the door
+of the shed, softly whistling, “Oh,
+<i>Hen</i>-ry!” He came, as in former days,
+running to us with his head stuck out
+in front of him, and with a soft whir
+of wings was upon my shoulder, pecking
+contentedly at the wheat I offered
+him, and wiping his bill on my cheek.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_141.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>All through the weeks of snow and
+cold we fed O’Henry’s clan, and they
+learned that we were not to be feared.
+They surrounded us like chickens
+whenever we came into the shed, for
+O’Henry’s trust in us had inspired
+their confidence. Not only did they
+become accustomed to us, but to Clarence
+as well. For the lonely gray
+gander caught sight of O’Henry one
+morning, and waddled over to him,
+wiggling his excuse of a tail, shoveling
+the ground with his flat, yellow
+bill, and expressing his delight in
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span>husky quacks. The other quail at first
+took alarm, and there was much whirring
+of wings and scurrying of tiny
+feet. But the gray gander soon proved
+to them that his intentions were of the
+best. He merely wished to provide
+for them. So all those weeks when we
+fed our “boarders,” as we called them,
+Clarence stayed in the shed with the
+quail family, grubbing busily at the
+bare ground, finding little, but making
+up for the scarcity of food in kindly
+endeavor.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_142a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When the snow melted, O’Henry’s
+tribe went back to the woods—and with
+them went Clarence. One day we saw
+O’Henry and his brown cousins scurrying
+up the hill, darting under ferns and
+bushes, calling to each other happily—and
+in their wake was Clarence, the
+fatherly gander, flattered into thinking
+that he was leading the way.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_142b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was a quaint sight, and we did not
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span>try to bring him back because we
+thought he would return at sunset.
+But he did not. He disappeared into
+the woods with the quail family, and
+we never saw him again. Long afterward,
+hunters told us of seeing a gray
+gander with a flock of quail—and they
+had forborne to shoot.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>So we lost two friends at once, but
+we tried to believe that they were
+happy together. How Clarence accustomed
+himself to the ways of the wild,
+I do not know. But I do believe that
+somewhere the gray gander still lives
+with O’Henry, and I can think of no
+better protector for the quail baby and
+his family.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_143.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span></div>
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c013'>
+    <div><span class='large'><i>Part Eight</i></span></div>
+    <div><span class='sc'>The Tale of Timothy</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='c002 figleft id004'>
+<img src='images/i_144.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c013 figright id004'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>
+<img src='images/i_145.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>Timothy clung to the bottle habit.</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Eight</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>Timothy, the Dirty Bear</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_145.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+Perhaps it is unjust to
+the memory of our friend
+Timothy that we should
+think of him as “the Dirty
+Bear.” I wouldn’t prejudice
+you against him for the world.
+“Dirty” has such a reprehensible
+sound. But Timothy was dirty in a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span>perfectly legitimate way. He had a
+primitive soul that found delight in
+grubbing in rotten stumps for maggots
+and in burrowing into the soft
+earth for Indian potato roots. You
+can see that under such circumstances
+he could not keep his face and paws
+scrupulously clean, any more than a
+child can who makes mud pies. He
+hated water—but then, so did we, unless
+we could take our baths in the Bay—and
+he had an almost fanatical fear
+of soap. Brother, who was then reading
+“A Connecticut Yankee in King
+Arthur’s Court,” thought Timothy
+might have been a reincarnation of
+some eccentric hermit who had vowed
+never to wash himself for the rest of
+his life.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_146.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We knew Timothy long before he
+knew us. We did not know him by
+name, but we knew where he lived,
+and we had what you might call
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>a speaking acquaintance with his
+mother. It happened thus:</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>One day, in our explorations along
+the creek bed at the end of the Hill
+Trail, we came suddenly upon a hole
+in the bank. It was almost covered by
+long, overhanging ferns, and had not
+a puff of wind stirred the fronds just
+as we were passing, we should never
+have known about the hole at all. It
+was on the opposite side of the creek,
+but we found a place where a fallen
+log bridged the little stream, and the
+next moment we were standing on the
+opposite side at the foot of the embankment,
+pushing the ferns aside and
+peering into the depths of a black and
+wonderfully inviting hole.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_147.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Had we thought to look, we might
+have seen in the sandy slope that led
+up to the hidden entrance the imprints
+of a foot almost human in shape, although
+not nearly so large. Footprints
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>that turned in toward each other—and
+we should have known. But our minds
+were filled with the fascinating possibilities
+of the miniature cave we had
+discovered. Perhaps it was a pirate
+den; perhaps gnomes lived there; or
+perhaps we were on the track of buried
+treasure.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_148.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>On hands and knees I led the way
+into the inky blackness with Brother
+close behind me. The daylight behind
+was blotted out. For several yards the
+passageway went straight ahead, then
+it turned suddenly to the right; and I,
+turning with it, stopped so abruptly
+that Brother coming behind bumped
+into me. A curious, powerful odor enveloped
+us, as of darkness made odorous
+by furry bodies and warm by living
+things. Then from ahead of me not
+more than two yards away flashed the
+savage gleam of two blue-green eyes.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>There was a menacing growl which
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span>set our spines to tingling, and at the
+same instant came the sound of whines
+and a movement as of baby things disturbed
+in their sleep. I was conscious
+of a sickish, fainting feeling, for I realized
+suddenly that we were in the house
+of a mother bear.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother needed no urging to make
+his exit. He was backing out on hands
+and knees far more quickly than he had
+come in, and I was prodding him
+along, followed by those menacing,
+hair-raising growls.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_149.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Why the lady bear did not attack
+us is more than I can tell. The brown
+bears of the northwestern woods are
+harmless and even friendly little persons,
+but the mother when protecting
+her young is more ferocious than a
+wildcat or a mountain lion. Perhaps
+Mrs. Timothy knew that our visit was
+unintentional and that we meditated
+no harm toward her or her children.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span>At any rate we gained the entrance of
+the cave untouched and unharmed,
+but we were breathing heavily and
+our knees were wobbling sadly.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_150.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Perhaps you think we should have
+stayed away from the house of the lady
+bear; but we did not. We were interested,
+you see, in knowing how much
+of a family she had, and we never went
+along the creek bed without leaving
+some offering in the shape of food at
+the mouth of the hole.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Sometimes it was an apple or a leaf
+of lettuce, and if nothing else availed,
+we broke off licorice root or fern and
+placed it there for her. It was our
+method of apologizing for our intrusion
+and of expressing our interest in
+the family.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>One day we saw the mother bear
+with her children, and that is how we
+came to name Timothy. She was at the
+mouth of the cave, half asleep in the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>warm sunshine, and four cubs were
+rolling over each other like gridiron
+heroes in a football scrimmage. They
+were squealing like young pigs, and
+from time to time she remonstrated
+against their noise by a sleepy grunt.
+Then, as we watched, the bear cub at
+the bottom of the furry pile squeezed
+out and stood on his hind legs. His face
+was covered with brown, sandy loam,
+and his squinty black eyes peered out
+as through a mask. I knew a boy who
+lived at the head of the Bay whose face
+always looked so. His name was Timothy,
+and that was why on the spot we
+so christened the bear baby.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_151.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span>
+<img src='images/i_152.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Our next meeting with Timothy was
+in the nature of a near-tragedy. We
+were hunting for trilliums in Trillium
+Gulch, a hidden valley to which we
+ourselves had cut a path from the Hill
+Trail. The white, lily-like flowers
+starred the hillside there in the spring,
+and it was our fond belief that no
+one came there but ourselves. Hunters
+and trappers go everywhere, however,
+violating even such a woodland paradise
+as ours. As we went down the
+narrow trail, pushing aside the light
+branches of the alders and the firtrees,
+we heard a plaintive, whining
+cry almost human in its poignancy. We
+stopped for an instant, listening, wondering.
+Then we slipped softly down
+the path, thrust aside the interlacing
+ferns, and found ourselves beside the
+little stream which ran like a silver
+ribbon through Trillium Gulch. The
+sounds came from the left, and following
+their lead we rounded a boulder
+in the trail and came upon a sight
+which filled us with gasping indignation.
+A little brown bear with a fleck
+of white on his furry throat was tugging
+frantically and futilely at the jaws
+of a steel trap which held his two front
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_153'>153</span>paws in a cruel, biting grip. There
+was blood upon the jagged clamps, and
+the face which the little fellow turned
+to us was piteous in its baby misery,
+a little brown face covered with loam.
+It was Timothy, the Dirty Bear.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_153.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I do not like even now to think of
+the half-hour which followed. So
+strong was the steel trap that the combined
+efforts of Brother and myself
+could only pry the cruel jaws apart the
+fraction of an inch. We were hampered,
+too, in our work of mercy by poor
+little Timothy, who, not realizing that
+we were trying to help him, shrieked
+and bit at us and scratched with his
+hind feet. Our hands were soon covered
+with blood, and there was a long,
+jagged line of red on Brother’s face
+where the baby bear had clawed him.
+But we did not pause in our efforts.
+Finally, by the aid of a stout stick, we
+managed to open the jaws of the vicious
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_154'>154</span>trap, and the poor little fellow, his
+front paws cruelly torn and bleeding,
+whimpering like a baby, sat down
+on his haunches and began to lick
+his wounded paws, stopping at intervals
+to hold them out in front of him
+like a child whose finger is hurt and
+wants it made well by a kiss.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Strangely enough, he was not afraid
+of us now, and when I took him in my
+arms his plaintive whimpering gradually
+ceased, and he licked at his paws
+solicitously.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_154.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>No doubt we should have taken Timothy
+back to his mother and trusted to
+nature to heal his grievous hurts. But
+nature would take too long, and in the
+meantime he would suffer cruelly. He
+was such a little bear, you know, and
+had not yet achieved the stoicism which
+makes the older woods creatures almost
+indifferent to pain. So even at the
+cost of causing his mother a great
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span>deal of worry at his prolonged absence,
+we took him down the hill with
+us to the log cabin to receive first aid
+treatment for his wounds.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>That is how Timothy, the Dirty
+Bear, became a friend of ours. Fate
+in the form of a hunter prevented us
+from taking him back to his home in
+the creek bank. The poor lady bear
+was shot the next day. One of her cubs
+was captured and the other two children
+escaped to the woods to live as
+best they could. So Timothy belonged
+to us, and he was the merriest of playmates.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_155.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When we rescued him from the trap
+he was a very tiny bear, being no larger
+than Tinker, our black and tan rat terrier.
+He slept in a clothes-basket on
+the back porch, sometimes having for
+a bedfellow Three-Spot, the mottled
+black and white cat. Three-Spot at
+first had been greatly alarmed by Timothy’s
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span>rough and sportive overtures of
+friendship. But when she found that
+by boxing his ears she could correct his
+manners and set him to yelping with
+fright, she took to imposing upon his
+good nature by making him serve at
+night for a mattress. In the morning
+we would find the two of them curled
+up together, Timothy snoring gently
+and Three-Spot digging her paws into
+his soft, thick fur with a purr that was
+a monotone of content.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_156a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_156b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother and I did not know whether
+Timothy’s mother had weaned him
+from a milk diet, but we felt that we
+would be safeguarding his digestion if
+we brought him up on liquid food for a
+time at least, so we rowed into town
+especially to purchase a bottle with a
+strong rubber nipple attached. The
+druggist asked if there was a baby at
+our house, and we told him yes—what
+kind of baby, we did not state.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span>
+<img src='images/i_157.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Whether or not we were following
+the same system of dietetics that Mrs.
+Bear would have employed in bringing
+up her child, Timothy really did thrive
+on his liquid menu. Even after he outgrew
+the necessity for milk, he clung to
+the bottle habit and would sample the
+contents of any bottle he found. We used
+to bring him ginger ale from town and
+soda pop of all flavors. If nothing else
+was handy, we filled a battered old
+canteen with sweetened water, and he
+would tilt back on his hind legs, hold
+the canteen perpendicularly aloft, close
+his eyes, and drink it slowly, making
+funny little rumbling noises deep in his
+throat which, Brother maintained, were
+imitations of Three-Spot’s purring.
+Once he got hold of a bottle of kerosene
+and had closed his eyes in anticipatory
+ecstasy before the taste of the first
+terrible mouthful reached his throat.
+I shall never forget the look of pained
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_158'>158</span>disillusion on Timothy’s face. He
+threw the bottle from him, coughed and
+sputtered, gagged once or twice as if
+deathly sick, and then waddled off to
+the spring, walking pigeon-toed, and
+with uncomprehending anguish in the
+very tilt of his furry hind quarters.
+That should have cured him of his liking
+for promiscuous bottles, but it did
+not—as you shall see.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_158a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_158b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We worried a little at first as to what
+else we should give him besides milk,
+but we need not have concerned ourselves.
+Timothy’s appetite was without
+limits, and he could eat anything—bread,
+meat scraps, griddle cakes, or
+cold potatoes. On top of the civilized
+food we fed him he hunted on his own
+account for certain roots he liked,
+clawed the bark from fallen logs to get
+the white grubs underneath, and buried
+his head at the foot of hollow stumps
+where the red ants had made their hills.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>After an hour or two of such foraging,
+he would return to us, his face and
+paws besmeared with loam and covered
+with cobwebs, his furry coat rusty
+with sand and tagged by twigs and
+strands of blackberry vine. He would
+blink at us questioningly, a trifle
+shamefacedly, running his small red
+tongue along the sides of his mouth,
+and we would shake our heads and
+say mournfully, “Oh, Timothy, you
+dirty, dirty bear!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>After such excursions we always gave
+him a bath in the big washtub, and
+though he knew there was no escaping
+it, he always squealed and struggled
+while we lathered him and only ceased
+his whining when we had rinsed him
+and put him in the sun to dry, giving
+him the canteen filled with sugared
+water to keep him quiet.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_159.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>He was the merriest playfellow we
+ever had. He went with us everywhere—up
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_160'>160</span>the Hill Trail, into the
+orchard, and out on the bay when we
+sailed our little boat and played that
+we were pirates. Timothy never objected
+to anything except a bath. We
+dressed him in outlandish costumes,
+sometimes with a red bandanna tied
+around his head, a shawl looped about
+his fat and furry body, and a wooden
+knife stuck in his belt. He was always
+ready to wrestle with us, to climb hills
+with us, or to be a pillow for our heads
+as Brother and I lay through the long,
+drowsy, summer afternoons and read
+fairy-tales aloud to each other, or described
+the shapes we saw in the clouds.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_160a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_160b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When the late fall came, Timothy
+remembered he was a bear long enough
+to have a desire to go to bed for the
+winter, but what chance had a tired
+bear for a seasonal sleep when living
+in the same house with Tinker, Three-Spot,
+Brother, and myself? We
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_161'>161</span>would drag him from his clothes-basket
+while he whimpered with half-closed
+eyes, and Tinker would badger
+him into wakefulness and a game of
+tag. Then the four of us would go
+through the orchard up to the Hill
+Trail, pushing each other into the
+drifts of dead leaves and playing hide
+and seek around the stumps and logs.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_161.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Of course Timothy could not stay
+with us always; that was too much to
+expect. He belonged to the woods, and
+sooner or later he must obey their call.
+He had belonged to us for almost a
+year, and it was only right that the out-of-doors
+should at last claim her child.
+But when the call of the wild did come,
+we were sorry in spite of ourselves, and
+when Timothy’s absences came more
+and more frequently and the intervals
+of time he spent with us lessened, we
+missed him sorely. We knew that soon
+our playmate would be with us no
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_162'>162</span>more, that he would go back to the
+forest whence he came, and take up the
+serious business of finding a wife and
+of locating a tree or a hole in which
+to spend the next winter.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_162a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The manner of his departure was
+dramatic, even as was his advent into
+our lives. We were up on the Hill
+Trail, Brother and I, and we had, as
+we supposed, left Timothy on the back
+porch sleeping in his clothes-basket,
+for which he was now much too big,
+but to which he had become attached
+through habit. On the open trail with
+its sound-deadening mat of hard, brown
+earth we did not hear the soft, padding
+feet that followed us and were not
+aware that our friend was near at hand
+until we met a hunter, brown-faced
+and with a gun in hand, near the bend
+in the path that we called “U-Chu-Ka’s
+Corner,” in memory of our little rabbit
+friend.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_162b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_163'>163</span>The man had a red band around his
+hat, I remember, and a canteen was
+slung at his side. He had put it to his
+lips to drink when he caught sight of
+us, and suddenly his eyes widened, and
+the hand that held the canteen became
+rigid.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Run, you kids!” he gasped out,
+“there’s a bear behind you!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We turned to confront Timothy, who
+was standing pigeon-toed in the middle
+of the trail, his face covered with loam
+from a rotten stump where he had been
+digging for ants, his eyes blinking at
+us sleepily and a trifle reproachfully
+for having gone off without him. But
+before we could explain to the hunter
+that the bear behind us was a friend of
+ours, the man had raised his gun and
+leveled it at our playfellow. I
+screamed aloud and Brother, heedless
+of the danger flung himself in front of
+the rifle.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_163.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_164'>164</span>Now Timothy knew nothing of guns,
+but he had long and satisfactory acquaintance
+with bottles and canteens.
+He had seen the man drink. There was
+something contained therein that he,
+Timothy, would like. The man would
+not mind sharing it—I’m sure he reasoned
+thus to himself—and in that instant
+when the gun was pointed straight
+at him, he rose on his hind feet, his
+furry arms outstretched, and started
+toward the hunter.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_164.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The man with the gun forgot to pull
+the trigger; he forgot everything except
+that a dark brown body with gleaming
+black eyes was advancing upon him.
+He gave a little squeal of terror, and
+the rifle dropped from his hands. He
+turned and fled down the trail with
+Timothy galloping on all fours close
+at his heels. In spite of our breathless
+calls he would not return to us, and
+though we ran and called and laughed
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_165'>165</span>at the same time, he soon outdistanced
+us. When last we saw the hunter he
+was disappearing over the crest of a
+little hillock in the trail with the canteen
+bobbing behind him, and the hat
+with the red band made a dot of scarlet
+against the underbrush where it had
+fallen.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>We heard afterward that the man
+had not stopped running until he
+reached the little town. Timothy by
+that time was nowhere in sight, having
+given up the pursuit of the canteen in
+disgust.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But we never saw him again. Perhaps
+returning home he met a comely
+lady bear and they decided to set up
+housekeeping together. Perhaps she
+even won his heart by telling him that
+she knew where there was a nice bottle
+full of sweetened water.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_165.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Long afterward we found one day
+by the creek bed a ginger ale bottle
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_166'>166</span>dropped there by some picknickers.
+It was empty, and on the gravel near
+by we saw footprints almost human in
+shape, only smaller and toeing in
+toward each other.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_166.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We knew somehow that Timothy had
+been there. It was almost as if he had
+known we would pass that way, and
+had left the bottle and his footprints
+where we would see them to tell us that
+we were not forgotten, nor were the
+things we had taught him.</p>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_167'>167</span></div>
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c013'>
+    <div><span class='large'><i>Part Nine</i></span></div>
+    <div><span class='sc'>The Bandit Bird</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_168'>168</span>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Nine</i></span><br> <i>The</i><br> <span class='sc'>Bandit Bird</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c002 figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_168.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_168.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+I hope the fact that Hector
+was a chicken hawk
+will not prejudice you
+against him unduly. There
+are brigands, you know,
+who have gentlemanly instincts, and I
+am sure that if Hector had been a
+bandit chief, he would have spared
+women and children and given part of
+his plunderings to charity. After all,
+he was not to blame for being a hawk
+or for having a natural liking for live
+poultry. There was at times a mournful
+dignity about him, as if he resented
+the unfair workings of a fate which
+had made him a robber bird, a trespasser
+on the lives of other creatures,
+and at enmity with every living thing.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_169'>169</span>
+<img src='images/i_169.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>Sometimes the bandit birds swooped down</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>He was a beautiful hawk with gray-brown
+plumage, wing tips that turned
+slightly upward when he flew, and a
+fierce and royal beak curved like a
+scimitar. His eyes were very black,
+very bright, and very knowing. Most
+of the time they were superbly disdainful.
+But Brother and I have seen
+them when they actually seemed to
+smile.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was Brother who named him, for
+the alliterative privilege, I suspect, of
+calling him “Hector, the Horrible
+Hawk.” But that was only in fun. For
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_170'>170</span>he was not horrible at all when we got
+to know him. Lazarus thinks otherwise,
+very probably. But then his experience
+with Hector was a trying one,
+and to this day—if he still lives—he
+carries the marks of his eventful meeting
+with our friend, the robber chief.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_170.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Lazarus was a pet chicken, son of
+Sironda, the black minorca hen. We
+gave him his curious name because he
+had a talent for venturing very near
+death’s door, and the fact that we always
+saved him lent appropriateness
+to his name. Once when very young,
+no more than five days out of his shell,
+he was all but scalped by a rival mother
+hen, and when we answered his frantic
+baby peeps for help his head was bleeding
+profusely, and his eyes were closed
+as if in death. We sprinkled water on
+his tiny bill and salved his lacerated
+head. And he, having a strong constitution,
+came back from the tomb, as it
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_171'>171</span>were, and lived a long and eventful life.
+In order to care for him better, we kept
+him in the back-yard, tucking him at
+night into a small box under flannel
+coverings. He thrived and grew from
+chickhood very sturdily, and the only
+ill effect that remained from his early
+mishap was that he was quite bald. No
+feathers ever came on the spot where
+the lady hen had scalped him, and we
+could have distinguished him from
+every cockerel of his size and color in
+the world by that little bare place on
+the top of his head.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_171.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Now, when Lazarus lost his first
+baby down and was in that shorn and
+untidy condition which always precedes
+the growth of real feathers, he
+suddenly became lonesome for the other
+members of the poultry yard. He
+would run the length of the wire fence,
+poking his head through the small
+meshes, and more than once he nearly
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_172'>172</span>strangled to death by getting it caught.
+We always rescued him just in time to
+save his life. So finally we allowed
+him to go into the barnyard with the
+rest of his kindred. It was then that
+Lazarus had the big adventure of his
+already crowded career. His meeting
+with Hector lifted him to dizzy heights—and
+I am not speaking figuratively.
+It really did. At that, it wasn’t so much
+a meeting as an abduction. At least
+Hector intended it to be such.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_172.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>We were constantly on guard to keep
+hawks away from the ranch. They
+waged merciless warfare on our chickens,
+pigeons, and guinea-pigs, and there
+was always a loaded, double-barreled
+shotgun behind the kitchen door ready
+for action in case of an air raid. When
+we heard the frightened flapping of the
+pigeons as they flew in aimless circles
+around the cabin and barn, we knew a
+hawk was somewhere overhead, hovering
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_173'>173</span>with curved-up wings and cruel,
+bright eyes, seeking his prey, choosing
+it calmly, waiting patiently the
+proper moment to swoop down upon
+it.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_173.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The chickens, too, always told us
+when such danger was near. Prince,
+the great white Plymouth Rock rooster,
+would set up a long-drawn cry of
+warning, and the hens would burst into
+frenzied cackling. The whole poultry
+yard would cock its head on one side
+to get a better view of the air robber,
+then would scoot to cover of the barn
+or hen-houses, every neck ruff distended.
+Sometimes it was a false
+alarm. A crow would be flying peaceably
+on his business, or a sea-gull would
+have swerved inland a bit. Prince took
+no chances. It was his duty to guard
+the poultry yard, and he believed firmly
+in the policy of safety first.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But many times the warning was one
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_174'>174</span>of real danger. A hawk would indeed
+be circling slowly above the barnyard,
+his bright eyes fixed calculatingly on
+the scurrying fowls below. Then one
+of the grown-ups would snatch the
+double-barreled shotgun from behind
+the kitchen door and fire at the winged
+plunderer. The shot, though it did not
+usually kill, always frightened the air
+robber away, and we would watch him
+fly lazily, almost contemptuously, off
+toward the hill and the thick woods,
+his powerful wings moving steadily
+and easily.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_174a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Sometimes, though, the bandit birds
+came and swooped down on their prey—a
+small chick or a baby guinea-pig—before
+we could prevent it. And often
+a bloody bunch of feathers near the
+rookery would testify to the murderous
+skill of a hawk and the sad fate of a
+hapless pigeon.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_174b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was on a day when the grown-ups
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_175'>175</span>had gone to town. The Old Fisherman
+was mending his nets down on the float
+in front of the cabin. It was a lazy
+summer day, and Brother and I were
+sitting on the porch steps reading—the
+steps that were made of roughly-hewn
+logs.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>All at once we heard the familiar
+danger signal of Prince, the white
+rooster, and then the hens began to
+cackle in a very panic of fear. We
+dropped our books, but before we could
+even start for the back-yard, we heard
+another sound which seemed so impossible
+and so out of place that we listened
+paralyzed with astonishment. It was
+the shrill and frenzied peeping of a
+half-grown chicken in terrible distress—<i>and
+the sound came from above us</i>!</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_175.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The next instant, as we stood staring,
+hardly crediting what our eyes
+told us, we saw a large chicken hawk
+fly slowly past the cabin, no higher
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_176'>176</span>than the roof of the porch. He flew
+so slowly and at such a short distance
+from the earth because he was weighted
+down with a live and struggling young
+cockerel, which he held grimly in his
+sharp talons! There was a shout that
+came from our throats simultaneously,
+“<i>Lazarus!</i>”</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_176a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>For the struggling, shrilly-peeping
+victim was no other than our bald-headed
+friend whom we had saved
+from death half a dozen times before.
+His bare, gangling legs hung limply
+beneath him; his neck jerked spasmodically
+with his frantic appeals for help.
+His wings, with their absurd tufts of
+feathers, stuck out at right angles from
+his body, for the hawk’s talons were
+buried in the flesh beneath them.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_176b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>At the time, you may be sure, we did
+not wait to make any remarks on all
+these observations. With one thought
+Brother and I plunged through the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_177'>177</span>front door, back into the kitchen, and
+bumped into each other in our eagerness
+to get the gun. It was Brother
+who seized it first, and through the two
+rooms we dashed again and out into the
+front yard. The hawk was flying slowly
+and with evident difficulty—for
+Lazarus was a healthy, heavy youngster—across
+the open space that lay
+between the yard of the cabin and the
+old brickyard shed which adjoined it.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother, bent back almost double by
+the weight of the heavy weapon,
+pressed it against his shoulder, took
+careful aim, and fired. I screamed,
+for there were three falls. Brother
+tumbled backward from the kick of
+the shotgun. Lazarus hurtled to earth
+in a sprawl of legs and wings and lay
+there, uttering feeble, choking sounds.
+The hawk rocketed down, a flutter of
+gray-brown feathers; there was blood
+upon the grass where he dropped.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_177.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_178'>178</span>The Old Fisherman, hearing the
+commotion, came running up the float,
+the wooden shuttle with which he
+mended nets still grasped tightly in his
+hand.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother scrambled to his feet, blinking
+dazedly at the result of his marksmanship.
+Our first thought was that
+Lazarus was killed at last. But he
+was apparently only severely shaken
+by his fall, for presently he walked off
+a little dizzily, his tender skin bleeding
+where the hawk’s talons had sunk in.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_178.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The hawk was our next consideration.
+Now that we had wounded him—I
+say “we,” because I felt that the
+responsibility was half mine—we were
+sorry for his plight. He was thrashing
+about helplessly on the grass, one
+wing dragging at his side. He was
+trying desperately to fly, but could not
+so much as lift himself above the
+ground. His fierce, dark eyes blazed
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_179'>179</span>at us, and his powerful, curved beak
+snapped menacingly when we approached
+him. But at last his strength
+failed him, the bleeding wing spread
+itself out in a fan, and he sank over on
+one side, his talons jerking spasmodically.
+As we came nearer he regarded
+us with eyes that were unafraid. They
+even seemed dull with apathy, as if he
+knew that the end had come and that
+he, like the robber aristocrat that he
+was, must accept it philosophically.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The Old Fisherman was for ending
+his life then and there. But Brother
+and I could not bear to have him killed,
+for he was at our mercy, hurt and helpless.
+For the first time in our lives we
+had deliberately wounded something
+that lived and had feelings even as we.
+The knowledge that we had fired upon
+him to save our friend’s life was not
+sufficient excuse for us to allow
+the Old Fisherman to kill him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_179.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_180'>180</span>So together we caught him, tied his
+fierce beak so he could not snap at us,
+bound his powerful legs so that his
+talons should not tear our hands, then
+the Old Fisherman, grumblingly, but
+gently, bathed and salved the injured
+wing. In time it would be as good as
+new, he told us, but he didn’t know
+what our folks would say to our saving
+the life of a “pesterin’, low-lived hawk.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>As he anticipated, the grown-ups
+were not at all pleased when they returned
+from town and found Hector—he
+had been named by that time—tied
+by one leg to a stake in the back-yard,
+his right wing sadly out of focus and
+smeared with a clot of blood. But it
+was not in their kindly hearts to kill in
+cold blood, so they let the hawk live.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_180.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>For the first few days that Hector
+was in our midst he did little except to
+tug at the chain which bound him to the
+stake, slowly and automatically, like a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_181'>181</span>man taking morning exercises with
+rubber ropes. He hated us and repulsed
+our attentions fiercely and scornfully.
+He refused to eat the tempting
+bits of raw meat that we spread before
+him; he sulked all day with his curved
+beak hidden in the ruffled feathers of
+his breast. He was indeed like a robber
+chieftain in captivity. We were
+patient, however, for we knew that according
+to Hector’s viewpoint we had
+injured him without reason. He had
+been in search of his dinner—a perfectly
+legitimate occupation for any one—and
+as he was carrying it off we had not
+only robbed him of it, but wounded him
+grievously. You can see that he had a
+great deal of logic on his side.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_181.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>But little by little his haughty antagonism
+melted before our daily overtures.
+He no longer snapped at us
+when we came near, and began to take
+an active interest in the food we
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_182'>182</span>brought him. There came a day
+when he allowed me to put my hand on
+the soft, smooth feathers of his head
+and back, and when I gently massaged
+his wounded wing with vaseline he
+opened his beak as if to bite my hand
+but closed it without doing me harm.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_182a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then, wonder of wonders, Hector
+began to like us. When he saw us
+coming into the back-yard he would set
+up a sort of dancing, jumping up and
+down stiff-legged, spreading out his
+dark wings, and straining at the chain.
+His beak would snap open and shut,
+and his bright, black eyes seemed actually
+to have a smile in them. He
+would allow me to salve his injury
+with only the faintest suggestion of nervousness
+in his half-open beak, and
+on the day when we unchained his leg
+from the stake he sat on my hand with
+all the dignity of an emperor receiving
+his court after a long illness.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_182b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_183'>183</span>From that time on we gave Hector
+his liberty for a few hours each day.
+And always, before releasing him, we
+would take the precaution to feed him
+well. We did not intend to have any
+fatalities among the poultry if we could
+help it. But even with a full stomach,
+he worried the barnyard into a daily
+spasm of fear. For as he regained the
+use of his wing, he would fly slowly,
+majestically, over the poultry pens,
+turning his head from side to side as
+hawks do when they are picking their
+prey and calculating the time for the
+swoop to earth. Brother and I believed
+firmly that Hector had no intention
+of snatching up a chick or a pigeon,
+that his daily flight was merely by way
+of exercise and for the dramatic satisfaction
+it gave him to see the feathered
+crew below him so disturbed.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_183.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>At any rate, he never once attempted
+to harm any of our live stock. Perhaps
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_184'>184</span>it was because we fed him so well,
+but Brother and I preferred to think
+it was because he was a gentleman, and
+that he would not betray our confidence
+when we trusted him to do the right
+thing.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_184.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>This daily flight of Hector’s was
+most annoying to the grown-ups, however.
+In the first place, the hens were
+not laying so well as they had. They
+were frightened out of all nesting desire
+by Hector’s calm aërial promenades,
+and were in a continual state of
+nervous excitement. Then, too, when
+Prince gave the danger signal and all
+the hens ran for cover with their chicks,
+the grown-ups would dash out of the
+house each time ready to fire upon a
+strange marauder, only to be confronted
+with Hector making peaceable spirals
+above the hen-houses. He would come
+to us when we whistled shrilly, and
+would sit quietly on my wrist to nibble
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_185'>185</span>at a piece of cooky as if he had never
+had a carnivorous thought in his life.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_185.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I should like to tell you that he and
+Lazarus became friends after the hawk
+had become partially domesticated, but
+such was never the case. Lazarus used
+to come stalking into the back-yard, his
+legs much too long for the rest of him,
+and a tiny, serrated, red comb sticking
+up from the bald spot on his head.
+His body was still almost bare, though
+a generous tuft of feathers on his tail
+showed where he might in time expect
+some real plumage. He still carried
+the scars of his aërial adventure under
+his wings. He would approach Hector
+cautiously, craning his neck in and
+out with a curious rubberized effect,
+and would stop at a safe distance, turning
+his head on one side, giving Hector
+a timorous inspection from the broadside
+of one amber eye. And
+Hector would return the look
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_186'>186</span>scornfully, his curved beak giving him
+a morose, sneering expression. His
+whole attitude seemed to say, “Never
+mind, I’ll get you next time!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>As Hector grew stronger and could
+fly better, the grown-ups gave the ultimatum
+that we must dispose of him in
+some way. It was too dangerous, they
+said, to have a chicken hawk around the
+ranch. In vain we argued that Hector
+was a gentleman, that he would not
+bother any of our poultry. But to our
+sorrow, they said that he should be
+taken to the city and presented to the
+zoölogical gardens there.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_186.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother and I told Hector what was
+going to happen to him, and that it
+was not in our power to prevent his
+going, and it seemed to us that he was
+very thoughtful afterward. We shall
+always believe that what happened
+was the direct result of the grown-ups’
+decision to send him into captivity,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_187'>187</span>although, you understand, we could
+not blame them. They had been more
+than kind to our somewhat dangerous
+guest.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The next day when we released our
+robber chieftain from his stake, he flew
+up over the cabin roof, circled once
+around it, then flew northward along
+the beach and was soon out of sight.
+When night came Hector did not return.
+And though Brother and I stood
+in the yard whistling until we were
+breathless, there was no sudden swoop
+of a gray-brown bird from the air, no
+Hector to curve sharp talons gently
+around my wrist.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_187.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The next morning, when we went for
+milk at the neighboring ranch, we knew
+why our friend had not come back to us.
+On the fence outside the barn, hung
+limply over the pickets just as he had
+fallen, was a draggled bunch of gray-brown
+feathers that had once been our
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_188'>188</span>beautiful Hector, the Robber Chief.
+The wide wings were powerless now,
+the body was riddled with fine shot, the
+once proud head with its curved beak
+drooped pitifully. The fierce dark eyes
+were closed. Never again would Hector
+perform his dance of joy at our coming,
+never again would he stare appraisingly
+at Lazarus, or frighten the
+hens and pigeons with his lazy circles
+above their heads.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The rancher told us he had shot the
+hawk the day before. And he could
+not understand why we wept over the
+blood-stained bunch of feathers. He
+did not know that Hector was a friend
+of ours—and a gentleman.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Brother and I always thought that
+Hector deliberately courted death
+rather than spend his life in yearning
+captivity. And I, for one, am glad he
+did. For no one else would have understood
+him and loved him as we did.</p>
+
+<div class='c013 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_189'>189</span>
+<img src='images/i_189.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>Her nostrils dilated at the hated human scent.</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Ten</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>My Friend the Princess</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_189.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+This is not my story, except
+incidentally. It is the story
+of a Bengal tigress named
+Princess, with a coat of
+dull gold striped with
+ebony. A restless, sullen tigress, padding
+the length of her narrow cage,
+with amber eyes staring out at some
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_190'>190</span>vision beyond the iron bars, with tawny
+lips half drawn back from white,
+pointed fangs. A tigress with something
+high and noble in her steady pacing,
+her air of absolute detachment
+from everything around her. When I
+met her I was no longer a child living
+near Puget Sound, but had quite grown
+up and moved to California, and to city
+life far from my woodland friends of
+earlier and sweeter years.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_190a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Princess lives in a motion-picture
+studio’s menagerie now, but there was
+a time when she knew the hot, marshy
+smell of the Bengal jungles, when she
+crouched, tense in every muscle, to
+spring upon a fat bullock, when she
+padded through narrow jungle trails to
+drink at the hidden pool which only the
+forest creatures knew.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_190b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>She was caught in a tiger pit, they
+told me, when little more than a cub.
+She had been purchased first by a circus,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_191'>191</span>and then by the motion-picture
+company which owns her now. They
+told me she was fierce and utterly without
+affection. And indeed she looked
+so, pacing back and forth in her iron-barred
+cage, her breath coming in a
+hissing snarl as she noted our presence,
+her amber eyes widening ever so little
+as she caught our scent.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Still I could not think Princess was
+so terrible. I could not find it in my
+heart to be afraid of her. I pitied her.
+There was something unbearably pathetic
+in her constant pacing. It seemed
+to me that I could actually feel the
+longing of her caged heart to be out in
+the open again, to lope down jungle
+trails, to lie stretched out on rocks
+warm with Indian sunshine. There
+was no enmity in the look she turned
+on us, only indifference, and—was it
+pleading?</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_191.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was my first visit to the studio.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_192'>192</span>And I carried away with me that picture
+of Princess in her cramped cage,
+pacing, pausing, sniffing at the air
+heavy with human scent, her amber
+eyes seeing something afar off, something
+we could not understand—</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_192.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then I discovered that the keeper of
+the menagerie was an old friend of
+mine. “Pudgy” he was nicknamed.
+He was short and rotund, and trained
+animals with kindness instead of whips.
+I had known him in the Puget Sound
+country when Brother and I were children.
+A woodsman he had been then,
+and with a tiny little cabin near Green
+Point. We had visited him often, for
+he shared our love for the things of the
+open. He had had a tame deer whose
+name was Nellie, and he had nursed
+back to health a bobcat that he had
+rescued from a trap in the High
+Sierras. It was not strange
+that with his love of animals
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_193'>193</span>Pudgy should finally come into a position
+as keeper of a motion-picture
+menagerie. Many years had passed
+since we had seen each other, but when
+we met by chance—I was of the press—we
+renewed old acquaintance, and
+found pleasure in talking of Puget
+Sound and of the woods creatures we
+had loved.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_193.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Through him I came to know personally
+the animals in the menagerie.
+I was introduced to the Russian wolves,
+to the lions, to the bears, and to Princess
+the tigress. I think he liked her best of
+all the wild things there, and I am sure
+I did. There was something about her
+cheated strength, her restrained power,
+that made my heart go out to her. I
+never failed to visit her when I went to
+the studio, and I liked to think that she
+knew me and recognized me as a friend.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was several weeks after Pudgy
+and I renewed our old friendship that
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_194'>194</span>they told me at the studio that Princess,
+the glorious Bengal tigress, was to be
+killed. She had grown unmanageable
+for picture work, they said, too sullen
+and too treacherous. The picture in
+hand called for a tiger hunt. She was
+to be sacrificed for the sake of reality
+and shot down. Her pelt, they added,
+would be worth a great deal of money.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But I could not think of Princess in
+terms of a pelt that was worth money.
+I felt as if a human being had been sentenced
+to death. Because she could not
+find it in her royal heart to cringe
+beneath the trainer’s lash, she was to
+die; because she was queenly, and unafraid,
+she no longer had the right to
+live.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_194.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I have seen the tortures wild animals
+go through in making pictures. How
+they are prodded with pointed sticks,
+made to jump into water from great
+heights, and forced to run through
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_195'>195</span>blazing brush. I have seen lions and
+tigers struck cruelly on their sensitive
+noses to make them register rage. All
+these things had Princess suffered from
+trainers and directors. I did not blame
+her for rebelling.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I came upon Pudgy as he sat on a
+bench near Princess’s cage, his chin in
+his hand, and he was staring at her
+while she paced restlessly back and
+forth with hissing intakes of breath.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“They are going to kill her,” he said
+slowly, “just because they can’t break
+her spirit.”</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_195.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I sat beside him, and together we
+watched Princess. Pudgy told me how
+he had tried to ease the fear and hatred
+of humans in the heart of the jungle
+tigress by being especially nice to her.
+How, when she had hurt herself jumping
+from a springboard into a lake
+with sharp rocks in it, he had gone
+into the cage and bathed the swollen
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_196'>196</span>paw, and how she had licked his hand
+with her huge, grating tongue. Once
+she had had a swelling on her throat;
+he was the only one whom she suffered
+to minister to it. And again, when
+she had sickened with fever, he had
+stayed in her cage a night and a day,
+moistening her tongue with water and
+watching until her eyes lost their glazed
+stare and became normal once more.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“And they’re going to kill her,” he
+repeated slowly, “just because she can’t
+understand the treatment they’ve given
+her—because she’s not afraid of their
+whips any more.”</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_196.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>His voice almost broke. And my
+heart went out to him and to the tawny
+wild thing in the barred cage. If he
+could only make the Powers understand,
+I told him. If only he could
+make them realize that Princess was
+not wantonly ferocious, only tortured
+into savagery by unkind treatment.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_197'>197</span>He shook his head. The Powers, he
+said, understood nothing that did not
+have a dollar mark attached.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>So the day was set when Princess was
+to die. It was to be in the out-of-door
+arena, an oval piece of ground enclosed
+in upright bars and strong steel wire.
+At the back was a miniature thicket of
+bamboo, ferns, and marsh grass. At
+the front was the camera cage, strongly
+barred to prevent danger from the
+wild animals being photographed in action.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_197.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>My visit to the menagerie that day
+was accidental. I did not know that
+the tigress was to be killed. I had only
+been told that an interesting picture
+was being made in the arena. So I
+pushed my way through the double
+line of carpenters, actors, and onlookers,
+to the very bars of the huge
+out-of-door cage. The camera man
+was already in his barred enclosure,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_198'>198</span>and inside the arena the director,
+a slim-waisted man with a black mustache,
+was outlining the action of the
+scene to the hero of the picture, who,
+attired in a hunting costume, dabbed at
+his face with a yellow powder-puff.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_198a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>“The tiger comes bounding out of
+the jungle,” the director was saying,
+“and you shoot from behind that log.
+Never mind if you don’t get her the
+first shot. I’ll have my gun on her, and
+I’ll finish her off. There’s no danger.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>My heart stopped and then thumped
+painfully. I had stumbled unknowingly
+on the scene of Princess’s execution.
+I felt sickened. I could not bear
+to stay and see her shot at—wounded
+first by an ill-aimed rifle, then fired
+upon until she dropped, an inert mass
+of tawny gold and black—</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_198b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>I turned away, tried to press through
+the crowd. But there were too many
+people. Every one from the studio had
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_199'>199</span>ceased work to come and see the spectacular
+death of Princess, the Bengal
+tigress.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I was dimly aware that men were
+rolling a cage on wheels up to the side
+entrance of the arena. From between
+the bars I caught a glint of sunlight on
+a body of savage beauty. I saw, too, the
+white, drawn face of Pudgy, standing
+by the side of the cage.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Some one opened the side gate of the
+arena. The director and the actor were
+still talking. The director was showing
+graphically how the other should come
+out of the jungle, should listen for the
+tigress’s coming, should drop behind
+the log and fire—</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_199.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>What happened then I can scarcely
+remember. It was all so sudden, so
+breath-taking. A confusion of signals
+had been the cause, they told me afterward.
+The man at the cage thought
+the opening of the arena gate was the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_200'>200</span>signal to release Princess—and he had
+opened the door of her cage!</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>There was a shout that died away
+in a gasp of many breaths, a silence that
+was like a great commotion—for Princess,
+the royal Bengal tigress, crashed
+through the flimsy greenery of the
+mimic jungle and like a tawny statue
+stopped short, her head raised, her amber
+eyes wide.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was a nightmare, that terrible instant.
+No one moved. The director’s
+face went pasty white, the actor’s red-lined
+mouth had fallen open. There
+in that oval cage the two puny men
+faced the magnificent creature of the
+wilds, faced the animal they had
+planned to kill—and they were helpless.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_200.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Only the briefest moment did the
+tableau last. For Princess’s nostrils dilated
+with the hated human scent, her
+eyes narrowed to slits, her nose
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_201'>201</span>wrinkled back, and she snarled. The
+director was speaking jerkily without
+moving—saying that no one must
+scream—telling some one to bring the
+gun—</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_201.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>At the sound of his voice the tigress
+dropped to a crouch. Her tail lashed
+her sides. I could not take my eyes
+from the arena. My throat was dry. I
+was vaguely conscious that a man had
+pushed past me. It was Pudgy, the
+menagerie keeper.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>For a scant second a lower crouch—a
+long-drawn snarl—then a voice spoke,
+quietly, sharply.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“<i>Princess!</i>”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>At the sound of the keeper’s voice,
+the tigress lifted her head ever so little,
+and her amber, black-rimmed eyes
+turned toward him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Princess!” he said again. “Keep
+back—steady, old girl!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>He had unfastened the front gate
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_202'>202</span>of the arena and opened it. He was unarmed;
+he carried not so much as a
+whip. Yet he went toward her quietly,
+talking in a gentle monotone, and she
+snarled at him as he came. But he
+walked quickly, confidently. He placed
+himself between the two men and the
+crouching tigress. Then he planted
+his feet far apart and smiled down at
+her.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Maybe you’re mad at these folks,
+but you wouldn’t be mad at me—your
+old pal,” he said softly.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>There was a moment of sickening
+suspense. Then the snarl died on Princess’s
+lips, her tail ceased its frenzied
+lashing, and she rose from her crouching
+position.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“The danger is over,” Pudgy said
+quietly to the men behind him. “Just
+move out toward the door. Take your
+time. Don’t run.”</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_202.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then he spoke to the tigress again:</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_203'>203</span>“Into your cage, old girl, right out
+through the same door you came in—Out
+you go—It’s all right, lady—Don’t
+be frightened—You know your old pal
+wouldn’t do anything to hurt you—”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>He was stepping forward toward
+her, urging her gently but firmly back
+through the side gate of the enclosure.
+She snarled as she went, and stopped
+once to roar full-throated defiance.
+But the mild little man talked to her
+always, caressing her with his voice,
+comforting her with the assurance
+that she was not to be hurt. The tawny
+body slipped through the door into the
+wagon cage—the door clanged after
+her—it was over.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Pudgy came out of the arena at the
+gate where he had entered. His face
+was calm, his hands untrembling. I
+pushed past the people in front of me
+and in a moment was beside him.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_203.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Tell them, oh, tell them now!” I
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_204'>204</span>whispered. And Pudgy, because he,
+too, loved the things of the wild, understood
+me.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Do you think it would do any
+good?” he questioned under his breath,
+and I nodded, being almost past speech.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Together we sought the director of
+the picture. He was one of the Powers.
+His word would mean much.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>He was still white-lipped and
+breathless, but he attempted a wan
+smile as he shook Pudgy’s hand.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Well, she almost got us,” he spoke
+with forced cheerfulness. “If it hadn’t
+been for you—” He shuddered in spite
+of himself. “If there’s anything I can
+do, old-man, to show my gratitude—”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Pudgy’s eyes turned toward the
+wagon cage where Princess had commenced
+her endless pacing. She was
+still snarling softly, as if dreaming of
+the vengeance on man which had almost
+been hers.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_204.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_205'>205</span>
+<img src='images/i_205.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Maybe you don’t know it,” he
+said slowly, “but the real reason
+Princess obeyed me was because she
+knows me and likes me. She knows I
+like her, too, and she wouldn’t do anything
+to make me feel bad. And if you
+really mean what you say—about doing
+something—why, let Princess live. She—she’s
+a friend of mine.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>There was a short silence. The director
+was staring at him curiously.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“That tiger—that bloodthirsty beast—a
+<i>friend</i> of yours?” he said incredulously.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Yes,” answered Pudgy simply.
+“She’s just that, and I don’t want her
+killed.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The director turned away, walked a
+few short steps, and halted. “All
+right,” he said briefly, “if that’s the
+way of it—I’ll see what I can do.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>As I said before, this is not my story.
+I wish it were. I should love to have
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_206'>206</span>the friendship of that wonderful tigress
+as Pudgy has it. But at least I always
+make it a point, when at the studio, to
+pay a brief visit to Princess, the Royal
+Bengal. She paces unceasingly and
+stares at something beyond the bars
+which humans may not see. But because
+Pudgy has let me come inside the
+railing, and has told Princess that I
+helped, a very little bit, in obtaining
+her reprieve from the death sentence,
+I like to think that her amber eyes as
+they rest on me are not fierce, but kindly,
+and that she knows that I love her
+and wish her well.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_206.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_207'>207</span></div>
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c013'>
+    <div><span class='large'><i>Part Eleven</i></span></div>
+    <div><span class='sc'>Ethel of the Wild Heart</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='c002 figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_208'>208</span>
+<img src='images/i_208.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+<div class='ic005'>
+<p><i>For I saw her, not a savage, bloodthirsty beast, but a wild thing of the deep woods, ruled by pain instead of kindliness.</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_209'>209</span>
+  <h2 class='c006'><span class='large'><i>Part Eleven</i></span><br> <span class='sc'>Ethel</span><br> <i>of the</i><br> <span class='sc'>Wild Heart</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c010'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_209.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+This is the story of a lioness
+in a cage at a great moving-picture
+studio—a lean,
+tawny lioness with slanting,
+amber eyes and flexible
+muscles that undulated under the
+loose skin like ripples of water under
+a blanket of kelp.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>They said, the people of the studio,
+that Ethel was savage, that she had
+clawed a trainer and injured an actor
+for life, that she hated women and
+would not tolerate the touch of a human
+hand. And they thought me a little
+mad when I wanted to go into the cage
+where she and four other lions were
+taking their exercise.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_210'>210</span>But I was of the press, so I was permitted
+to enter the cage with the trainer,
+to go through the doubled-barred
+iron doors, and to stand very quietly
+while the keeper of the lions, with a
+long whip, lashed the snarling animals
+to their pedestals.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Of them all, Ethel was the most savage.
+Her eyes blazed with a wicked
+light that burned green behind the amber;
+her tail lashed furiously when the
+trainer flicked her with his whip; and
+afraid as she undoubtedly was, the
+courage of her spirit showed itself in
+her stubborn crouch and the vicious
+striking of her powerful paws whenever
+the lash came near her.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_210.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>She fascinated me. The other lions
+were cowed, it seemed, by long experience
+with the stinging whip. They took
+their places protesting and snarling, but
+with alacrity none the less. Ethel
+would not obey. In defiance of the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_211'>211</span>stern commands of the trainer and the
+leather thong which flicked remorselessly
+about her eyes and nose, she
+would leap from one side of the cage to
+the other, crouch for an instant, then
+spring again, shaking the bars in her
+frenzied attempts to escape the persecuting
+lash, while the other lions
+watched her from their pedestals uneasily,
+with guttural intakes of breath
+and occasional snarls.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Do you wonder what I felt when
+Ethel careened about the cage, stubborn,
+disobedient, mad with rage as
+well as with a terror born of pain? At
+first I felt fear, a fear as unreasoning
+as that of the lioness. For in one of her
+crazed leaps she brushed against me,
+so that I was pushed sharply against
+the iron bars of the cage.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“Do you want to go out?” the trainer
+was asking me, and I shook my head,
+for I could not speak.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_211.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_212'>212</span>
+<img src='images/i_212a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Then suddenly the fear left me. The
+thread of ice which had seemed to run
+from the top of my head to the very
+soles of my feet melted away as though
+in a warm sunshine. For Ethel,
+crouching in snarling defiance, had
+suddenly raised her head. For an instant
+we measured each other, eye to
+eye. And in that moment I remembered
+another wild thing—this one uncaged—and
+I remembered myself a
+little girl alone on the Hill Trail,
+facing the amber eyes of one of Ethel’s
+distant kin. I want to tell you what I
+remembered, so that you will know
+why the ice thread was melted and why
+things happened in that barred cage
+that the trainer said had never happened
+before.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_212b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was while we still lived in the little
+cabin on the Bay, and I was yet a child.
+Brother had gone away to school, and I
+was lonely, so more than ever I sought
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_213'>213</span>the woods and the companionship of
+the woods creatures there.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was a sultry day in August when
+the juncoes were flying in panicky
+flocks, and when a haze of smoke was
+in the air that told of forest fires not so
+far away. All the night before the sky
+in the west had been reddened with a
+dull glow that gradually grew brighter,
+and though we had no fear for ourselves
+since a cleared space lay between
+the wooded hills and the cabin we were
+sorry for the wild things of the woods
+who would be forced to flee from the
+red monster that devoured their homes
+so relentlessly.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The air that day was oppressive, for
+the smoke hung low, and if we listened
+carefully, we could hear the distant
+crackling of tall pines with gum-smeared
+trunks on fire, and the occasional
+crash of a giant fir, tortured too
+long by licking flames.</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_213.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_214'>214</span>I sought the Hill Trail, listening, as
+I climbed, to the ominous crackle of
+burning trees, much nearer than I
+would have wished. And perhaps it
+was because of that intentness that I
+came, without realizing it, face to face
+with a wildcat, the largest I have ever
+seen, stretched across the trail, only a
+few feet in front of me.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_214.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>For the first time in my life I knew
+the fear of which men and books tell
+you. Many had been the stories told by
+hunters who passed the cabin, of the
+ferocity of mountain lions and wildcats,
+although none of them had ever been
+seen in the woods around us, because
+civilization was too near. These beasts,
+said the hunters, kept to the higher
+hills and the deeper wooded forests,
+where game abounded and men seldom
+came. So when I saw the tawny animal
+so close that one light spring would
+have carried the powerful body upon
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_215'>215</span>me, my first impulse was to run—blindly,
+madly—to run until I could
+run no more, or until the fierce claws
+of the great cat should bear me to the
+ground—</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The wildcat had not moved except to
+lift its head ever so slightly and to draw
+back its jowls in a hissing snarl that
+displayed cruel, white fangs. The amber
+eyes watched me without flickering,
+yet in them I saw distrust, startled anger,
+and ever so little of a desire to
+spring—to kill—</p>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_215.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>In that one instant I had many
+thoughts—dizzy, rambling thoughts,
+that chased themselves across my mind
+like dried leaves blown by a wind. I
+noticed the straight, white whiskers on
+either side of the wildcat’s nostrils; I
+heard the distant fall of a tree; I saw
+a grasshopper leap from a blade of
+grass that was bending under his
+weight; I heard the scuttle of leaves
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_216'>216</span>somewhere in the woods and knew that
+a bevy of quail was there. But I could
+not move. I stood still in the grip of
+that numb terror.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_216a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>What would have happened I can
+not say. Suddenly the fear left me—for
+I <i>knew</i>! I knew that the tawny
+animal before me was a wild thing of
+the woods even as were the other wild
+things I loved. I knew that fear of fire
+had driven him from his familiar
+haunts far up in the mountains, that he
+sought these woods for protection, not
+for killing, and I knew that I, having
+been in those woods longer than he, was
+hostess there, and that it was my place
+to make him welcome, to extend to him
+the friendly greetings that I would have
+tendered to any of my woods friends.
+The fear was gone, utterly. I wanted
+to put my hand on his sleek head, to
+stroke his glossy back, to put my cheek
+against the russet satin of his thick coat.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_216b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_217'>217</span>But I made no move. I spoke to him,
+as I would have spoken to any other of
+my woods friends, telling him that he
+was welcome, that the woods were his
+as well as mine, and that I hoped the
+fire would spare his relatives who were
+dear to him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>As I spoke, the amber eyes opened
+wider, the snarl died away, and suddenly
+he yawned, voluminously, with a
+snap of his jaws and a careless licking
+motion of his red tongue. Then his
+eyes closed indifferently, and I knew
+he had understood me. I knew that
+between us was no thought of fear or
+hate. I walked past him up the trail,
+so close that I might have touched him,
+and he did not move. Only the amber
+eyes met mine squarely, and it was as
+if the wild thing from the deeper
+woods had said with words,</p>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div>“We are friends—go in peace.”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_217.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>When I had gone up the trail a way,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_218'>218</span>I stopped at the bend in the path and
+looked back. The wildcat was in the
+same position, but he was watching me
+still with eyes unblinking and unafraid.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>So that is why, some years later, when
+Ethel raised her head and met my eyes,
+the icy fear slipped away. For I saw
+her, not a savage, bloodthirsty beast,
+but a wild thing of the deep woods,
+girded round with iron bars and stinging
+whips, a wild thing ruled by pain
+instead of kindliness, and there surged
+into my heart a great love and pity
+for her. I wanted to take the whip
+from the man, to break it into bits, to
+tell her that she was free to go back to
+her mountain fastnesses.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_218.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>So, disregarding the cry of warning
+from the trainer and the gasps from
+those who stood outside the cage, I
+walked slowly toward the crouching
+lioness, saying to her the things I
+would have said had I met her in the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_219'>219</span>woods, telling her that I, too, belonged
+to the out-of-doors, that I, too, was a
+captive, that between us there was a
+bond. Slowly the snarling lips relaxed,
+the glint of green went out of
+her slanting eyes, and she no longer
+crouched. I knelt beside her on the
+floor of the cage, while the lions above
+on their pedestals watched with curious,
+sullen eyes, and the trainer’s voice
+died away in a series of gulps. Gently
+I put out my hand and touched her
+rough, tawny head. She flinched and
+snarled, but I did not draw my hand
+away, and the next instant I felt her
+tense muscles relax, and she was quiet
+under the steady stroking of my hand.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_219.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>The trainer spoke to me in an agonized
+whisper, telling me to come
+away quickly, and as I rose from my
+kneeling position, Ethel rose, too.
+Padding over to the pedestal which
+was hers, she mounted to it with a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_220'>220</span>spring and sat there quietly, her eyes
+never leaving me or missing a motion
+I made.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>When we left the cage, Ethel padded
+close to my side, and the trainer said in
+jest that I might take her for a pet.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>If I only could have! My heart
+was aching for her as I left, for I, too,
+am sometimes rebellious at the ways of
+civilization and of a world that does
+not know or care about the things of
+life that have nothing to do with
+money. I, too, am lonely for the freshness
+of leaves wet with dew, the feeling
+of moss underfoot, the glint of sunlight
+through laced branches. I think
+I know a little of the longing that is
+hers as she paces back and forth in her
+narrow cage, for hers is not a savage
+heart—only a wild heart; and I know
+that love can speak to it and soothe its
+hurt.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id003'>
+<img src='images/i_220.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<div class='tnotes x-ebookmaker'>
+
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c013'>
+    <div>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+ <ul class='ul_1 c002'>
+    <li>Typos fixed; non-standard spelling and dialect retained.
+    </li>
+  </ul>
+
+</div>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77766 ***</div>
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