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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ry and give him another shot. Hesgetting ready to jump again, shouted Fred.Sure enough, the catamount, now mad with painfrom its shattered jaw, crouched for a fresh spring. Bang, went the rifle, Toms last shot. Andwhen the smoke cleared there lay the cata-mount, quite dead. Tom was thankful enough,as you can well imagine, for what would havehappened if that last shot had not taken effect?For no boy can handle a catamount when it isfierce and desperate. 88 WILD DWELLERS OF The two boys were far too excited to sleepagain that night; besides, what if its mateshould be hanging around somewhere ! So theyskinned the dead catamount, and the next morn-ing, as soon as the first yellow rays of the risingsun touched the top of Mount Horrid, Fredloaded with the rabbits, and Tom with the rifleover one shoulder and the tawny hide of thecatamount draped proudly over the other,tramped back over the Ridge to the homecamp, displaying to admiring eyes the largestcatamount pelt ever seen on the mountain.
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VII THE CALL OF THE MOOSE THROUGHOUT the dense forests of thegreat Northland the call of the moose isheard late in April, when the herd leave theirwinter quarters or yard to strike forth withtheir families into the broader, more opencountry. Monsall, the old King Moose of the sprucewood, had once more taken his proper place asleader of his own family. All through themonth of March he had been quite contentwith his lot, and as timorous and helpless asany cow moose in the herd. This was simplybecause it was the season of shedding; his greatbranching horns were gone, and the newlysprouting ones were still in their velvetstage, so that they would have been of no pos-sible service to Monsall in battle. But now his horns were gradually hardening,and with the return of his shorn strength allthe bold, domineering nature of the King hadreturned to him, and he was glad. Ugh-ugh-waugh, o-o, he called to his mate91 92 WILD DWELLERS OF loudly and commandingly, and with his heavyantlers held proud

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