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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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In
an
hour
he
no
longer
jumped
at
a
newspaper
cautiously
pushed
over
the
edge
to
test
his
humor;
possibly
the
irritation
of
the
cage
was
wearing
off,
and
by
the
time
I
had
lit
my
third
cigar,
he
waddled
out
to
the
fire
and
lay
down;
not
ignoring
me,
however,
I
had
no
reason
to
complain
of
that
kind
of
contempt.
He
kept
one
eye
on
me,
and
I
kept
both
eyes,
not
on
him,
but
on
his
stumpy
tail.
If
that
tail
should
swing
sidewise
once
I
should
feel
I
was
winning;
but
it
did
not
swing.
I
got
a
book
and
put
in
time
on
that
table
till
my
legs
were
cramped
and
the
fire
burned
low.
About
10
P.M.
it
was
chilly,
and
at
half-past
ten
the
fire
was
out.
My
Hallowe'en
present
got
up,
yawned
and
stretched,
then
walked
under
my
bed,
where
he
found
a
fur
rug.
By
stepping
lightly
from
the
table
to
the
dresser,
and
then
on
to
the
mantel-shelf,
I
also
reached
bed,
and,
very
quietly
undressing,
got
in
without
provoking
any
criticism
from
my
master.
I
had
not
yet
fallen
asleep
when
I
heard
a
slight
scrambling
and
felt
"thump-thump"
on
the
bed,
then
over
my
feet
and
legs;
Snap
evidently
had
found
it
too
cool
down
below,
and
proposed
to
have
the
best
my
house
afforded.
He
curled
up
on
my
feet
in
such
a
way
that
I
was
very
uncomfortable
and
tried
to
readjust
matters,
but
the
slightest
wriggle
of
my
toe
was
enough
to
make
him
snap
at
it
so
fiercely
that
nothing
but
thick
woollen
bedclothes
saved
me
from
being
maimed
for
life.
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