Four-footed Americans and their kin . uits, theydecided that it was never safe to say immediately afterdinner that you would not be hungry for tea. 136 FOUR-FOOTED AMERICANS Poor old Buffalo, said Dodo, sitting on the settleby her mother and stroking the wavy hair of therobe, you were one of the biggest of our fourfoots,and now all that is left of you is a skin and a stuffedface. Please, Uncle Roy, dont you think the skinwould feel more at home over there on the wall by itshead than in being sat on ? Amid the general laugh that followed, Nat went tothe window, rubbed the frost from the pane, a
Four-footed Americans and their kin . uits, theydecided that it was never safe to say immediately afterdinner that you would not be hungry for tea. 136 FOUR-FOOTED AMERICANS Poor old Buffalo, said Dodo, sitting on the settleby her mother and stroking the wavy hair of therobe, you were one of the biggest of our fourfoots,and now all that is left of you is a skin and a stuffedface. Please, Uncle Roy, dont you think the skinwould feel more at home over there on the wall by itshead than in being sat on ? Amid the general laugh that followed, Nat went tothe window, rubbed the frost from the pane, and lookedout. Oh, daddy ! Oh, Uncle Roy ! he cried, themoon is out, and the snow looks smooth and crisp !Could anything be jollier for to-morrow ? Rod sayswe can learn to tell animal tracks quick as anything innew snow. Suppose I should shoot a Rabbit to bringhome to mother, and we may even see a Coon ! OntyI think it will be much harder to hit a real runningRabbit than our Deer target, even with the littleshot-o-un. XI RABBIT TRACKS. •W dark it was the next morning when the four boys gathered in the kitchen for their breakfast at 13ut then you know what is late in summer is early in winter: it all depends upon when the sun chooses to get up and make day. You may also wonder whothe two boys were beside Natand Rap. If you had been there, you would have seenthat they were the Doctor and Mr. Blake, who werein as high spirits as the children, and played so manypranks that Mammy Bun could hardly pour out thecoffee for trying to hide her laughter. Where is the little shot-gun ? had been Nats firstquestion on coming down. Is it loaded ? I think not, but I will look to make sure, saidMr. Blake. Ah, dont do that, he added quickly, asNat tried to look down the gun barrel. Never dothat. What did I tell you the first day you shot atthe target ? Open the gun here at the breech bypulling down the lever so, always being careful not topoint it at anybody or thing. Never take it for gra
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