Identifier: threebearsofporc00thom (find matches)
Title: The three bears of Porcupine Ridge, wild dwellers of forest, marsh and lake
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Thompson, Jeanette May, Mrs., 1865- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Animals
Publisher: Boston, Chicago, W. A. Wilde company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ter of the old barn abroad sunbeam entered. It left a long bar of 296 WILD DWELLERS OF light through the dimness of the dusky place.The barn was strangely silent, hushed, butmany bright eyes had witnessed the tragedy andwere watching to see the end, but all that theyfinally saw was just a few wisps of white fur,which came floating lazily down through thebar of light. It appeared not unlike floatingthistle-down, but it had come from the owlsnest, and was the last they ever saw of theirenemy, the sly old ferret. Up there in the dim shadows of the old redbarn youll find them all, and should the yellowbeam of sunlight happen to dance across theirdark hiding-place, you may plainly see the batfamily. There they all hang through the day,looking for all the world like a row of smallvelvet bags, their bright eyes shrouded by theirsoft wings as they sleep, head downward; whileoff in quite another corner, perched upon herown dusty beam, drowses the brave barn owland her one chuckle-headed owlet.
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XXIII NEMOX, THE CEAFTY BOBBER OF THEMARSHES l^TEMOX, the fisher, who lived in the hollow1 > of a great pine tree, in the depths of themarsh country, lay stretched out flat upon a loftylimb of his home tree, intently watching aclumsy black figure which shuffled through theaisles of the pines far beneath him. He thought the black, shadowy figure mustbe Moween, the black bear, but not feeling quitecertain about it, Nemox peeked down over thelimb curiously, hanging over as far as he dared,keeping his position upon the limb by digginghis claws in deeply. His eyes sparkled mali-ciously and cunningly as he made sure that itactually was Moween herself. Then he knewshe had come straight from her den up on Por-cupine Ridge to forage for food, because downbelow, on the needle-strewn floor of the forest,Moween knew she could find plenty of prey forthe taking. Close hidden beneath the low-hanging branches of the spruce bush, she some- 299 300 WILD DWELLERS OF times came across a frightened par

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