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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as they fought on and on, with greatbeaks snapping sharply, the eagle screamingweirdly, occasionally, as they battled in the air. But the old King of the swamp had met hismatch at last, for the mother eagle well knewthat she was fighting to the death the one whohad robbed her nest before. In vain did theKing seek to gain his home nest in the blastedpine. The eagle stuck to him, tearing at himcruelly with beak and talons until, finally, flut-tering weakly, utterly exhausted, his spiritbroken, blind and dying, the King began to fall.Fluttering weakly he began to settle down, downinto a dark, hidden spot beneath the thick bal-sams. He had become just a mere bundle ofsnowy feathers now; all fierceness had departed,and there was nothing left of the King for the littlewild things of the forest to longer fear and hate. And that night when the frogs started offwith their usual signal, calling all to awakenin the marshes, the Who, ho, ho-ho, ho-ho, o-o of the old King of the swamp was silent.
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XX THE GIAJSTT OF THE COEK-FIELD TTyAME WOODCHUCK, old and decrepit,■L^ came to the entrance of her burrow andpeered anxiously forth, for she always poked thevery tip of her brown nose out first, and then,if she happened to find the coast quite clear, shewould venture to waddle entirely out. Poor old thing, so old and covered with fatthat she could not travel far; besides, one hindleg had once been caught in a steel trap andlamed, so that now she was almost doubly help-less. Her thick fur coat was of a dull reddishbrown, and very much faded by sun and rain,and so badly worn off in certain places it lookedreally moth-eaten, while her black snout andstiff whiskers were quite gray with age. Dame Woodchuck had very wisely selectedher home, for you might stroll right past thegreat clump of rank nettles where it was, a hun-dred times without even suspecting that it con-cealed the door to a woodchuckV burrow, be- 2od 260 WILD DWELLERS OF cause, you see, the vines of a wild woodbinetrailed

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