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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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So
the
girls
harnessed
the
horses;
the
wagon
was
partly
filled
with
hay,
and
Corney,
weak
and
white-faced,
drove
away
on
the
long
rough
road,
and
left
them
feeling
much
as
though
they
were
on
a
desert
island
and
their
only
boat
had
been
taken
from
them.
Half
a
week
had
scarcely
gone
before
all
three
of
them,
Margat,
Loo,
and
Thor,
were
taken
down
with
a
yet
more
virulent
form
of
chills
and
fever.
Corney
had
had
every
other
a
"well
day,"
but
with
these
three
there
were
no
"well
days"
and
the
house
became
an
abode
of
misery.
Seven
days
passed,
and
now
Margat
could
not
leave
her
bed
and
Loo
was
barely
able
to
walk
around
the
house.
She
was
a
brave
girl
with
a
fund
of
drollery
which
did
much
toward
keeping
up
all
their
spirits,
but
her
merriest
jokes
fell
ghastly
from
her
wan,
pinched
face.
Thor,
though
weak
and
ill,
was
the
strongest
and
did
for
the
others,
cooking
and
serving
each
day
a
simple
meal,
for
they
could
eat
very
little,
fortunately,
perhaps,
as
there
was
very
little,
and
Corney
could
not
return
for
another
week.
Soon
Thor
was
the
only
one
able
to
rise,
and
one
morning
when
he
dragged
himself
to
cut
the
little
usual
slice
of
their
treasured
bacon
he
found,
to
his
horror,
that
the
whole
piece
was
gone.
It
had
been
stolen,
doubtless
by
some
wild
animal,
from
the
little
box
on
the
shady
side
of
the
house,
where
it
was
kept
safe
from
flies.
Now
they
were
down
to
flour
and
tea.
He
was
in
despair,
when
his
eye
lighted
on
the
Chickens
about
the
stable;
but
what's
the
use?
In
his
feeble
state
he
might
as
well
try
to
catch
a
Deer
or
a
Hawk.
Suddenly
he
remembered
his
gun
and
very
soon
was
preparing
a
fat
Hen
for
the
pot.
He
boiled
it
whole
as
the
easiest
way
to
cook
it,
and
the
broth
was
the
first
really
tempting
food
they
had
had
for
some
time.
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