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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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This
was
her
first
encounter
with
the
strange
monster,
strange
to
her
eyes
only;
her
nose
seemed
to
know
him
and
told
her
this
was
another
landmark
on
the
home
trail.
But
Pussy
lost
much
of
her
fear
of
his
kind.
She
learned
that
they
were
very
stupid
and
could
not
find
her
if
she
slipped
quietly
under
a
fence
and
lay
still.
Before
morning
she
had
encountered
several
of
them,
but
escaped
unharmed
from
all.
About
sunrise
she
reached
a
nice
little
slum
on
her
home
trail,
and
was
lucky
enough
to
find
several
unsterilized
eatables
in
an
ash-heap.
She
spent
the
day
around
a
stable
where
were
two
Dogs
and
a
number
of
small
boys,
that
between
them
came
near
ending
her
career.
It
was
so
very
like
home;
but
she
had
no
idea
of
staying
there.
She
was
driven
by
the
old
craving,
and
next
evening
set
out
as
before.
She
had
seen
the
one-eyed
Thunder-rollers
all
day
going
by,
and
was
getting
used
to
them,
so
travelled
steadily
all
that
night.
The
next
day
was
spent
in
a
barn
where
she
caught
a
Mouse,
and
the
next
night
was
like
the
last,
except
that
a
Dog
she
encountered
drove
her
backward
on
her
trail
for
a
long
way.
Several
times
she
was
misled
by
angling
roads,
and
wandered
far
astray,
but
in
time
she
wandered
back
again
to
her
general
southward
course.
The
days
were
passed
in
skulking
under
barns
and
hiding
from
Dogs
and
small
boys,
and
the
nights
in
limping
along
the
track,
for
she
was
getting
foot-sore;
but
on
she
went,
mile
after
mile,
southward,
ever
southward--Dogs,
boys,
Roarers,
hunger--Dogs,
boys,
Roarers,
hunger--yet
on
and
onward
still
she
went,
and
her
nose
from
time
to
time
cheered
her
by
confidently
reporting,
"There
surely
is
a
smell
we
passed
last
spring."
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