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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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Jack,
like
all
other
wild
animals,
had
a
certain
range
or
country
which
was
home
to
him,
and
outside
of
this
he
rarely
strayed.
It
was
about
three
miles
across,
extending
easterly
from
the
centre
of
the
village.
Scattered
through
this
he
had
a
number
of
"forms,"
or
"beds"
as
they
are
locally
called.
These
were
mere
hollows
situated
under
a
sheltering
bush
or
bunch
of
grass,
without
lining
excepting
the
accidental
grass
and
in-blown
leaves.
But
comfort
was
not
forgotten.
Some
of
them
were
for
hot
weather;
they
faced
the
north,
were
scarcely
sunk,
were
little
more
than
shady
places.
Some
for
the
cold
weather
were
deep
hollows
with
southern
exposure,
and
others
for
the
wet
were
well
roofed
with
herbage
and
faced
the
west.
In
one
or
other
of
these
he
spent
the
day,
and
at
night
he
went
forth
to
feed
with
his
kind,
sporting
and
romping
on
the
moonlight
nights
like
a
lot
of
puppy
Dogs,
but
careful
to
be
gone
by
sunrise,
and
safely
tucked
in
a
bed
that
was
suited
to
the
weather.
The
safest
ground
for
the
Jacks
was
among
the
farms,
where
not
only
Osage
hedges,
but
also
the
newly
arrived
barb-wire,
made
hurdles
and
hazards
in
the
path
of
possible
enemies.
But
the
finest
of
the
forage
is
nearer
to
the
village
among
the
truck-farms--the
finest
of
forage
and
the
fiercest
of
dangers.
Some
of
the
dangers
of
the
plains
were
lacking,
but
the
greater
perils
of
men,
guns,
Dogs,
and
impassable
fences
are
much
increased.
Yet
those
who
knew
Warhorse
best
were
not
at
all
surprised
to
find
that
he
had
made
a
form
in
the
middle
of
a
market-gardener's
melon-patch.
A
score
of
dangers
beset
him
here,
but
there
was
also
a
score
of
unusual
delights
and
a
score
of
holes
in
the
fence
for
times
when
he
had
to
fly,
with
at
least
twoscore
of
expedients
to
help
him
afterward.
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