The Adventures of Fleetfoot and Her Fawns

o many field mice in the course of the summer that he felt he was really entitled to one of the farme

r, the hound at the Valley Farm, wou

at up an

e men with guns, and more dodging of bullets than he cared to risk. He had often seen it, watch

to snap. The very idea! He wo

en Frisky visited the chicken coop; and should the Hired

ed old hound, whenever the latter fared forth into the woods to catch him a mo

he would vary the program. And Lop Ear (half unwillingly) played the role assigned him, till at last he

a bit too far. But he did finally get the hound to the point where he no longer considered it hi

t know what to make of Lop Ear's gr

ing through the fringe of fir trees, young Frisky Fox mi

d Lop Ear, as he leape

hen-house, he squeezed gracefully through the barred window. A moment more and there was a

r the best

ly bayed Lop Ear. "That's carrying the game a litt

s sleeping-room in the barn-loft. "A fox, eh?" and he grabb

mself and the gun, made off through the co

wrong direction,-for the memory of the fox pup's friendship

the field, gun in hand. And the bright moonlight soon sho

ed Man, gun in hand, as he

of distance, and he knew to a cert

stopped where he was and s

mself and the gun. He could easily have out-distanced his pursuer. But he was in a mischievous mood to-night

the while at the man with the gun. One or two shots did ring out on the crisp night air, kicking up th

ng so near him that he knew the next one woul

an did not shoot again. And while he was fumbling his way through the corn-field to where he believed the f

ay. Frisky laughed silently at the success of his ruse,-the first time he had ever played 'possum himself, though he had seen it done once before, when his mother had been hard pressed. In h

d be expected of the H

ween his legs, was just unlucky enough to catch the H

ut your nose to that trail and follo

on his trail. With a yawn and a lick at his jaws, where a feather still clung

her to keep very f

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