Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-22
DILL 11N1L ~ 4O1N11IO W. BURGESS

Whitefoot made big enough to pass
through. Whitefoot considered that
this was good luck. In there he was
safe. He was safe from Whitley out
side and Bobby Coon inside. So that
was good luck.
But Whitefoot stayed there only
long enough for Bobby Coon to go to
sleep again. Just as soon as he was
sure that Bobby was asleep he hur-
ried to get out of Bobby's house. BY
this time Whitley the Snow Owl had
gone away, so nothing happened to
Whitefoot. He climbed down that
tree and hurried away as fast as he
could to search for a new home.
There were two things to be con-
sidered in the search for that new
home. One was safety, the second
was food. The safest house in the
world would be of no use If he must
run great risk every time he wanted
something to eat.
So it was that Whitefoot passed two
or three places which looked as If they
would make good homes. You see,
when he came to look around near
them he found nothing to eat. He is
such a little fellow he cannot travel
far in search Of food.
He was beginning to get discouraged
and little bit frightened. Yes, sir,
he was so. He just had to have a
place where he could curl up and sleep
without worrying for fear any one
would find him. And he just had to
have a supply of food. Near the old
home which he had deserted he had
stored away lot of seeds. He thought
of these longingly. There were seeds
enough there to last him nearly all
Winter. He was almost tempted to go
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Weasel and he was tempted no
longer.
AT last Whitefoot came to an old
stump that was pretty well covered
with snow. He was going to pass 1t
when he noticed that on one side the
snow had not piled closely against the
old stump. He took look at 1t. He
found he could run right down the side
of the old stump without having to
dig through the snow. He tried 1t and
then he discovered that there was a
hole in that old stump down between
the roots He knew right away that
that hadn't been used for long time.
He poked his head in. Then he went
wholly in. There was little passage
led up into that stump itself, and in
that stump was nice, dry room, and
in that room was a nice, dry, soft old
| bed
What Iuckr' cried Whitefoot, for
he was very tired. What luck. I'm
safe and warm and dry and comfort
able in here. / won't look any fur
Their"
What about me?" said his stomach.
Whitefoot had done his best to for
get that stomach. But that stomach
wouldn't let him forget 1t. I'm going
! to look around inside first. before l
go out to look for food" said White
| foot to himself, and started to explore
| the whole inside of that stump. BY
and by he came to a little passage
which led up to a higher part Of the
stump. He climbed up this little pas
| sage. Then he gave a little squeal of
sheer delight. That little passage
opened into another little room, and
| in that little room were a lot of pine
seeds, ever so many of them. It had
been somebody's storehouse. White
foot didn't care whose it had been. for
| he knew that now it was not used.
What luck"' he cried again. Then he
filled that empty stomach and. hurry
| ing down to the soft bed below, he
curled up for a long sleep.
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