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adn't the least idea which way to turn to find any house. It was the most lonely kind of a lonely place to which

ple Hills, and Bowser knew that cold as had been the day, the night would be still colder. He must keep mov

y Fox all night long. Never once had he felt lonesome then. But now it was very, very different. You see, on those nights when he had hunted he a

parts of the feeling of being lost. But added to this was the fact that Bowser was really not in fit condition to be out at all. He was wet, tired, lame and hungry. Do

ed. It was a little house, a sugar camp, just such a one as Farmer Brown has near his home. Bowser crept to the door. It was closed. Bowser sniffed and sniffed and his heart sank, for there was n

not nearly as cold as outside that little house. So Bowser curled up in the hay and shivered and shook