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
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hould want to harm so pretty acreature as a rabbit, but the wild animals preyupon one anpther, and man preys upon themall. There was Redtail, who was always on thelookout that he might spy Bob in the open, andswoop down upon him. Danger, the greatwhite owl, had the same ambition as the hawk,but he did his thieving and killing by night in-stead of by day. The farmhouse cat wasalways watching for him by the path, and SirReynard, the sly fox who lived in the ledgesover in the pasture, had sworn that the youngfoxes should sup on rabbit some night, andBob was the particular cotton-tail on whom hehad his eye. Many a brisk race for life thefox had given the rabbit through the spruces,but thus far Bob had always eluded his enemy. Even at night when the rabbit went to sleepin a hollow log or in one of the holes that heinhabited, he was not at all sure but that whenhe awoke he might find a weazel hanging uponhis neck, sucking his life blood; or men mightcome with a hound and a ferret that would
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HE WOULD SIT FOR AN HOUR AT A TIME ON AN OLD LOG. BOBS REVENGE. 131 rush into the hole and scare him forth where hewould be caught in a bag. So was it anywonder that Bobs ears and nose twitched ner-vously and that his eyes seemed to be lookingin all directions at once ? Sir Reynard and Bob had never been friends,and for two years past open war had existedbetween them, and this was the way it cameabout. Bob was getting his breakfast one morningupon the bark of a yellow birch when the foxhappened along. Good morning, Friend Rabbit, said thefox in his most gracious manner ; may I comeand help you gnaw that birch ? You may have it all, replied the rabbit,hopping to the other side of a clump of bushesand watching the old fox closely, for he wellknew that foxes did not gnaw birches, and SirReynard had some other motive than to gnawthe birch. Why do you always keep a bush betweenus? asked the fox, trying to smile and at the 132 THE LITTLE FORESTERS. same time not to have his teeth show ; but

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