. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . walked in, till nothingcould be seen but her tail. Now Yan heard loud,shrill mewing from the log, Mew, mew, m-e-u-w,m-e-e-u-w, and the old Skunk came backing out,holding a small gray Kitten. The little thing mewed and spit energetically,holding on to the inside of the log. But the oldSkunk was too strong—she dragged it out. Thenholding it down with both paws, she got a good firmgrip of its neck and turned to carry it down to thebed of the brook. The Kitten stru
. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . walked in, till nothingcould be seen but her tail. Now Yan heard loud,shrill mewing from the log, Mew, mew, m-e-u-w,m-e-e-u-w, and the old Skunk came backing out,holding a small gray Kitten. The little thing mewed and spit energetically,holding on to the inside of the log. But the oldSkunk was too strong—she dragged it out. Thenholding it down with both paws, she got a good firmgrip of its neck and turned to carry it down to thebed of the brook. The Kitten struggled vigorously,and at last got its claws into the Skunks eye and gavesuch a wrench that the ill-smelling villain loosenedits hold a little and so gave the Kitten another chanceto squeal, which it did with a will, putting all itsstrength into a succession of heartrending mee-ow—mee-ows. Yans heart was touched. He was aboutto dash to the rescue when there was a scramblingin the far grass, a rush of gray, and the Cat—theold mother Cat was on the scene, a picture of demonrage, eyes ablaze, fur erect, ears back. With the 33i. Two Little Savages spring of a Deer and the courage of a Lion she madefor the black murderer. Eye could, not follow theflashings of her paws. The Skunk recoiled andstared stupidly, but not long; nothing was longabout it. Her every superb muscle was tingling withforce and mad with hate as the mother Cat closedlike a swooping Falcon. The Skunk had no timeto aim that dreadful gun, and in the excitementfired a volley of the deadly musky spray backward,drenching her own young as they huddled in thetrail. Tooth and claw and deadly grip—the old Catraged and tore, the black fur flew in every direction,and the Skunk for once lost her head and firedrandom shots of choking spray that drenched herselfas well as the Cat. The Skunks head and neckwere terribly torn. The air was suffocating withthe poisonous musk. The Skunk was desperatelywounded and threw herself ba
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