The little foresters- a story of field and woods (1903) (14802381233)

Identifier: littleforesterss00hawk (find matches)
Title: The little foresters: a story of field and woods
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Hawkes, Clarence, 1869-1954
Subjects: Zoology
Publisher: New York, T. Y. Crowell & co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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breakfast. He could notfly above him and warn him as he had donebefore, for the thunderstick would speak longbefore he could get there ; besides, he would puthimself in range, and one crow was worth sev-eral woodchucks. But he could do one thing,so he raised his head, swelled out his breast,and sounded forth his well-known note of warn-ing. ?? Danger, danger, danger, it seemed tosay, and the soft morning winds wafted thesound far across the fields. All the Little For-esters heard it, and hastened to shrink awayinto wall or treetop. Even Chucky heard it,busy as he was munching beans, and stopping,reared cautiously upon his hind legs and sniffedthe air. This was the farmers opportunity— astream of fire leaped from the thunderstick, andits roar echoed over hill and valley. Chuckyshide was tough and he carried many small pel-lets in it already, but the distance was short,and the farmer had aimed with care. Mmrod saw his friend give a big jump,tumble over and over in the beans, and then
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CHUCKV REARED CAUTIOUSLY UPON HIS HIND LEGS. CHUCKYS LAST BREAKFAST. 39 lie quite still. The farmer went up and pokedpoor Chucky with his foot. He was quitedead, so he lifted him by the hind leg andcarried him away to the house. Nirnrod flew slowly toward the trysting tree,calling the Little Foresters as he went. Thereupon the topmost branch of the oak he sat,silent and sad. Soon they came flocking fromfield and forest, bush and brake, till all wereassembled. Good morning, Nimrod, theycried, but the crow made no answer. When the tree had become fairly alive withfur and feathers, Nimrod cleared his throat andasked, Friends, are we all here? Then a hush fell on the little company, andthey looked at each other with eyes full offear, for all had heard the thunder stick. Thengrave old Bob, the cottontail, replied from hisplace at the foot of the tree, No, my friend,we are not all here. All looked down at Bob,and saw that Chuckys place by his side wasvacant. Where is Chucky? they cried in c