The Adventures of Fleetfoot and Her Fawns

woods, both Fleet Foot and

od just t

the familiar trails on the slopes of Mt. Olaf. Summer was even riper and lovelier than when they had been tak

have broken their fragile legs among the boulders and fallen tree-trunks. But their mother kn

-dee," a little gray bird in a black cap ke

she led them to a little rocky ledge that over-looked Lone Lake, where they could lie under the partial shade of a clump of yellow birch trees and rest, while she chew

g down on them from a higher crag, where he, too, crouched on

nge-brown coats blended so perfectly with the ground. And if anyone had noticed the whi

e-bee, who bumbled and tumbled among the perfumed spikes of

d-brown coated bird who had been rustling a

longer beak and tail, and his creamy

leated the fawns i

" twittered Thrush, in a tone Old Man Red Fox would have been suspicious of. "Listen

and though his voice was not so sweet toned as some of the tinier birds', his throaty tr

s" and "Chip-chip-chips" and "Wee-wee-wee-wees"

und. They always watched nervously when the frisky fellows capered too near, with thei

white cloud got in front of the sun; for instantly the air grew chilly, and a

ike the woods along the shore-line. For before, the water had lain a

listen, or drowse off with the sun warm on one's fur and the spicy

t them for a few minutes, they merely scampered under an over-hanging boul

feeding their nestlings, and the sun began to send long red beams slanting through the tree-trunks, Fleet Foot led

the most inviting way, and the wind droned through the branches and blew the mosquitoes all awa

g out on an exploring tour when they

art to round up the cows when night came, or when any of them went astray in the w

n leg, he had always supposed she belonged in the woods. But surely, surely the Farmer would not

do: he must go in search

. "Wow! Bow-wow! Wow-wow-wow!" Here was a footprint, unless his nose deceived him! What's more, they had passed that way not ten m

Red Fox Pup, heard and came trotting to p

They had always been afraid of Lop Ear, wi

tch your heads and fore legs out straight in front of you and lie there as flat as you

obeyed i

she soon had him following her great bounds in quite the opposite direction. She kept just far enough

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