The Adventures of Fleetfoot and Her Fawns

nder the over-hanging rocks, and every creature that couldn't take to the water longed for rain, Fleet Foot used to lead her l

spice of adventure in following a winding hoof-path that led-they kne

could look down at Beaver Brook tumbling over the rocks away, 'way down below I Or perha

any trail in the re

save here and there where a bit of mica gleamed silver against the g

queer-shaped boulders, and there to go around that flat rock which teetered alarmingly beneath one's feet. She had been over it all so many times

y started up the mountain-side for a day under the shade of the last fringe of evergreens before one c

cropped all sorts of delicious tid-bits,-now a clump of oyster mushrooms growing shelf-like on a fa

adow grass, the fawns came to a sudden stand-still, their eyes popping with surprise.

ear brought Flee

at's nothing to be afraid of. The only kind you want to look out for is the kind with cross-wisp stripes. I don't believe ther

ous one?" bleated t

gets so cold in winter. They love it hot and dry, and so of course they live mostly out We

meet a rattler?" s

n you before yo

us?-

es on his tail that he can rattle, and when you hea

rs really har

ey have no poison bite. Snakes

snakes," insiste

raid. Where is that garter snake? Gone, to be sure! And even the

her," they finally bleated, "Seems as if even t

" their mother

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