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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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So
a
week
went
by,
and
Pussy,
dirty,
ribbon-less,
foot-sore,
and
weary,
arrived
at
the
Harlem
Bridge.
Though
it
was
enveloped
in
delicious
smells,
she
did
not
like
the
look
of
that
bridge.
For
half
the
night
she
wandered
up
and
down
the
shore
without
discovering
any
other
means
of
going
south,
excepting
some
other
bridges,
or
anything
of
interest
except
that
here
the
men
were
as
dangerous
as
the
boys.
Somehow
she
had
to
come
back
to
it;
not
only
its
smells
were
familiar,
but
from
time
to
time,
when
a
One-eye
ran
over
it,
there
was
that
peculiar
rumbling
roar
that
was
a
sensation
in
the
springtime
trip.
The
calm
of
the
late
night
was
abroad
when
she
leaped
to
the
timber
stringer
and
glided
out
over
the
water.
She
had
got
less
than
a
third
of
the
way
across
when
a
thundering
One-eye
came
roaring
at
her
from
the
opposite
end.
She
was
much
frightened,
but
knowing
their
stupidity
and
blindness,
she
dropped
to
a
low
side
beam
and
there
crouched
in
hiding.
Of
course
the
stupid
Monster
missed
her
and
passed
on,
and
all
would
have
been
well,
but
it
turned
back,
or
another
just
like
it
came
suddenly
spitting
behind
her.
Pussy
leaped
to
the
long
track
and
made
for
the
home
shore.
She
might
have
got
there
had
not
a
third
of
the
Red-eyed
Terrors
come
screeching
at
her
from
that
side.
She
was
running
her
hardest,
but
was
caught
between
two
foes.
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