Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-11-14
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| feathered folk and so could not be the
little singer for whom he had searched
SO long. He recognized an, old friend,
one whom he had not seen for long
| time.
'Hello. Whitefoot," said he.
'Hello yourself" replied Whitefoot
the Wood Mouse, for that is who it
was. What are you doing over here?"
Nothing in particular. Just sitting
around" replied Peter.
what is all this have heard about
you?" asked Whitefoot in his funny
sQueaky voice.
what have you heardl" asked Peter
in his turn.
'That you spend all your time hunt
| ing for q stranger whom no one else
has heard or SEEM" replied Whitefoot.
''Tell me about it.
The thought came to Peter that here
was an old friend who lived all the
| time In the Green Forest and probably
not very far from that old stump on
which he was now sitting. Perhaps he
might know something Of that strange
| singer. For q minute or two he hesi-
tated to tell Whitefoot the story, for
he had been laughed ct 50 much and
made fun Of so often that he had be-
come very sensitive. But tir11id little
| Whitefoot did not seem like one who
| would tease, so he decided to tell the
whole story. Whitefoot listened without
once laughing.
at don't say he was on the stump,
yet you didn't see him." said he at last.
81 don't say he was on the stump,
but If he wasn't on or in it he GER
tainly was close to It," replied Peter.
''You know how hard 1t Is to tell ex-
actly where a. sound comes from some
| times But know it came from some
I'D ~ -k, Lyaxy
| you seen q strange bird around here
any time, Whitefoot?"
'Not IT,. replied Whitefoot, shaking
his head. eff one was around would
| be likely to see him, for though keep
| out Of sight myself there isn't much
around here that I don't see. What
did you say that song was like?"
Peter thoughtfully scratched . long
ear with q long hindfoot. IT can't tell
you" said he. Not being q singer
myself, can't tell you Just what It was
like. But it was . real song. YES,
/ sir, it was q real song. It wasn't very
| loud. You know how some Of the
Warbler family sing. Wen, It was some
i thing like one Of those songs, yet dif-
ferent It wasn't just like any. song
| I ever. have heard. And 1t was IN tlie
| night. That is=&lle funny part Of IT,
If It hadn't. EeenI- might have seen
i the singer. sIne-61Ack Shadows must
have hidden him. Everybody laughs
| at me when / tell about 1t. They say
+ I was dreaming, but wasn't. / was
as wide awake as am this very min
ute. You believe me, don't you, White
| foot?"
Whitefoot nodded his pretty little
| head, but there was twinkle that Peter
| couldn't see in his big bright eyes as
he replied, Eyes. Peter, believe you
really heard what you say you heard.
| But who could that singer have been?"
Peter sighed. II wish knew" said
| he. 1T Is Q mystery and don't like
q mystery. wish you would keep your
| ears open, Whitefoot, and If you hear
/ that song try to fiind out who the singer
Is. Hellol Where have you gone TOP"
i Whitefoot had disappeared while
| Peters head was turned just for Sec
lond. You know Whitefoot is a very
| little fellow and he can move quickly.
Peter looked about hastily to see If some
enemy had frightened Whitefoot, who
| Is very, very tinlid. But no enemy was
IN sight.
"He must have imagined he heard
something" thought Peter. 'WeIl, I'll
wait. He'll probably appear again as
suddenly as he disappeared"
Just then something happened that
made Peter forget all about Whitefoot.
(Ccpyright, I930)