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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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The
night
was
spent
chiefly
in
prowling
about
and
learning
the
main
lines
of
the
iron-yard.
The
next
day
she
passed
as
before,
sleeping
in
the
sun.
Thus
the
time
wore
on.
Sometimes
she
found
a
good
meal
at
the
garbage-box,
sometimes
there
was
nothing.
Once
she
found
the
big
Black
Tom
there,
but
discreetly
withdrew
before
he
saw
her.
The
water-bucket
was
usually
at
its
place,
or,
failing
that,
there
were
some
muddy
little
pools
on
the
stone
below.
But
the
garbage-box
was
very
unreliable.
Once
it
left
her
for
three
days
without
food.
She
searched
along
the
high
fence,
and
seeing
a
small
hole,
crawled
through
that
and
found
herself
in
the
open
street.
This
was
a
new
world,
but
before
she
had
ventured
far,
there
was
a
noisy,
rumbling
rush--a
large
Dog
came
bounding,
and
Kitty
had
barely
time
to
run
back
into
the
hole
in
the
fence.
She
was
dreadfully
hungry,
and
glad
to
find
some
old
potato-peelings,
which
gave
a
little
respite
from
the
hunger-pang.
In
the
morning
she
did
not
sleep,
but
prowled
for
food.
Some
Sparrows
chirruped
in
the
yard.
They
were
often
there,
but
now
they
were
viewed
with
new
eyes.
The
steady
pressure
of
hunger
had
roused
the
wild
hunter
in
the
Kitten;
those
Sparrows
were
game--were
food.
She
crouched
instinctively
and
stalked
from
cover
to
cover,
but
the
chirpers
were
alert
and
flew
in
time.
Not
once,
but
many
times,
she
tried
without
result
except
to
confirm
the
Sparrows
in
the
list
of
things
to
be
eaten
if
obtainable.
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