New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-04-17

young bobcat. and foolish. He thought he had an
ment. dudish young animal. wearing most
!" You let me alone, tell you said the skunk.
or you'll be a sorry bobcat.'
The bObcat kept right on. and this is what hap
The bobcat came onto the screen again. turning
each whirl. and finally sinking or with his tail
6etWe f ms legs; ana mournIuI anG Geepy us
And the little skunk went on with his sup
Reartti S'u MI 'e'0H' WINE 'ns 'H''D'sA
once on time there was a man came out to
where staying IN the woods in the hunting
he lei deer rtsT ee R% vifbot t9 shot Because
it wasn't the kind ne wanted But one day he
saw head that Just suited him, and took a shot
him, and he came into camp very much cast down.
- never did such a stupid thing. said he.
corner. and b, days in dying. and suffer all the
and very sorry. until / conferred him
II can't get away said 1. I'll 90 out in the
III. IN the morning I went to the sDot where ne
Indians With me- but they went and sat down on
rock and left me to do all the work They acted
something but I had TO stand that, for an Indian
went tell you what he's laughing at Unless he
Well. found tracks of dozen bucks around
l could not tell followed ono trail after another
III hnally came TO one tiny drop OF blood The
right trail followed tSt trail rim ,t va" on ix S.S
up with two other trails. l followed each Of the
three, separately. for quite piece but not drop
Of blood could find. puzzled
Now. there was a little dog along with me who
had been whipped for chasing deer. that he
knew better. He tagged along at my heels. But
when ne saw that was puzzled he chose of
the trails and went along IL a certain spot and
stopped. and looked back at me with the most
peculiar expression his face IL say Well
don't you know enough TO know deer trail when
it2'
Il went UP to where he stopped. and there. sure
enough. I found tiny drop OF blood. Then 1
started in 20 follow that trail
Now. the three Indians. that had been sitting
back on the rock. when they saw in this
direction finally. all jumped up and jumped their
ponies and rode away And few minutes after I
the time | got to them they had got the deer.
They knew that wounded deer will not run up
hill-that 10 will make dOwnhl to river But
they still and laughed and let me fnd II out
dog / guess wouldn't have found IL
But the most interesting OF all Mr.. SetO1s yarns
or the WOODS was his story or the dance OF the
grouse. The grouse Is the prairie chicken OF the
West. There have long been traditions OF his
dance. but II is very difficult to catch him il.
and the older naturalsts reported il only by hear
Up in Northwestern Canada the people told Mr.
Seton that the grouse had a war dance Ike the
Indians. and that they came to certain knoll
every morning to perform it. So Mr.. Seton slept
by that knoll one night.
With the first light OF dawn he was reused by
the twIttering and Cntrptug OF the He
looked over the edge Of the knoll. and about
twenty Of the birds a fiat dusty surface. They
walking about and picking peaceabIy sudden
y put his head down the ground md ran
across the knoll. making a peculiar. loud noise
and fro. all with their heads down. jumping
each other. ali mixed In a heap. appar-
entity fighting. hut not really doing 50. At the end
OF four five minutes they suddenly stopped. and
every thing instantly quiet Some lay down in
the dust. as IL tired out. Others walked calmly
about. picking up their breakfast.