Lobo, Rag, and Vixen
Subtitle: and pictures: being the personal histories of Lobo, Redruff, Raggylug & Vixen.
By: By Ernest Thompson Seton
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons
Published: 1902
Place of publication: New York, USA
Language: eng
Format: Hardcover
Number of pages: 147
Copyright date: 1899 by Ernest SETON-THOMPSON
Description: These stories, selected from those published in [Ernest Thompson Seton's] ''Wild Animals I have Known'' are true histories. Text is bright, with illustrations.

Excerpt: ...for a safe rise, so he squatted low. The dog came within ten feet of him, and the stranger, coming across to Cuddy, passed at five feet, but he never moved till a chance came to slip behind the great trunk away from both. Then he safely rose and flew to the lonely glen by Taylor's Hill. One by one the deadly cruel gun had stricken his near ones down, till now, once more, he was alone. The Snow Moon slowly passed with many a narrow escape, and Redruff, now known to be the only survivor of his kind, was relentlessly pursued, and grew wilder every day. It seemed, at length, a waste of time to follow him with a gun, so when the snow was deepest, and food scarcest, Cuddy hatched a new plot.

Right across the feeding-ground, almost the only good one now in the Stormy Moon, he set a row of snares. A cottontail rabbit, an old friend, cut several of these with his sharp teeth, but some remained, and Redruff, watching a far-off speck that might turn out a hawk, trod right in one of them, and in an instant was jerked into the air to dangle by one foot. Have the wild things no moral or legal rights? What right has man to inflict such long and fearful agony on a fellow-creature, simply because that creature does not speak his language?

All that day, with growing, racking pains, poor Redruff hung and beat his great, strong wings in helpless struggles to be free. All day, all night, with growing torture, until he only longed for death. But no one came. The morning broke, the day wore on, and still he hung there, slowly dying; his very strength a curse. The second night crawled slowly down, and when, in the dawdling hours of darkness, a great Horned Owl, drawn by the feeble flutter of a dying wing, cut short the pain, the deed was wholly kind. The wind blew down the valley from the north. The snow-horses went racing over the wrinkled ice, over the Don Flats, and over the marsh toward the lake, white, for they were driven snow, but on them, scattered dark, were...
Notes: Manufactured in the U.S.A. / On t.p.: Being the personal histories of Lobo, Redruff, Raggylug & Vixen.

In this story book the author's name is noted as Ernest ***SETON-THOMPSON,*** and in all other STORIES, as Ernest ***THOMPSON SETON.*** It was ***likely a typo on the publisher's part***, rectified for all further issues.