The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1921-02-11
CHAPTER i-continued.
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For when all thugs are said and
dane, there were few bigger towards
In the whole wilderness world than
Whisperfoot. A good many people
think that Graycoat the coyote
could take lessons from him in this
respect. But others, knowing how a
hunter is brought in occasionally with
almost all human resemblance gone
from him because cougar charged In
his death agony, think this is unfair
to the larger animal And II Is true
that a full-growR cougar will some
times attack horned cattle, something
that no American animal cares to do
unless he wants good fight ON his
paws and of which the very thought
would throw Graycoat into a spasni !.
and there have been even stranger
stories, IL one could quite believe
them. A certain measure Of respect
must be extended to any animal that
will hunt the great bull elk, for to
miss the stroke and get caught be-
meath the churning, flashing, siashing,
razor-edged front hoofs is simply
death, painful and without delay. But
the difficulty lies in the fact that these
things are not done In the ordinary,
rational blood of hunting. What an
animal does in its death agony, or to
protect Its young, what great game It
follows in the starving times of win
ter, can be put to neither its debit
nor IT'S credit. A coyote viii charge
when mad. A raccoon will put up a
wicked fight when cornered. A hen
will peck at the hand that robs her
nest. when hunting was fairly good.
whisperfoot avoided the elk and steer
almost as punctillously as he avoided
men, which is saying very much In
deed: and any kind of terrier could
usually drive him straight up a tree.
But he did like TO pretend to be
very great and terrible among the
smaller forest creatures. And he was
Fear itself 70 the deer. A human
hunter who would kill two deer
week for fifty-two weeks would be
called a much ugl!er name than poach-
err; but yet this had been Whisper
foot's record. on and off, ever since
his second year. Many a great buck
wore the scar OF the full stroke--aft-
er which whisperfoot had lost his
hold. Many a fawn had erouched
panting with terror in the thickets nj
Just tawny light on the gnarled limb
Of a pine. Many doe would grow
great-eyed and terrified at Just his
strange. pungent smell on the wind.
He yawned again. and his fangs
looked white and abnormally large in |
the moonlight His great, green eyes
were still clouded and languorous
from sleep. Then he began to steal
M the ridge toward his hunting
grounds. II was curious thing that
ne walked straight In the face Of the
soft wind that came down from the
snow fields. and yet there wasn't a
NtHtntfCUck W w Scctt utit NtttNc. anu
neither had the chipmunk seen him
wet a paw and hold II up. after the
approved fashion Of holding up fin
ger. He had better way Of knowing
IA chill at the end OF his whiskers.
The little. breathless night sounds
IN the brush around him seemed to
madden him. They made a song TO
him, strange. Wild melody that even
such frontiersmen as Dan and Len
nox could not experience. A thousand |
smells brushed down TO him on the
wind. more potent than any wine or
lust. He began to tremble all over
with rapture and excitement. But I'M
Ike Crahston's trembling. no wilder
ness ear was keen enough to hear the
leaves rusuIng beneath him.