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Title: Wild Folk
Author: Samuel Scoville
Release Date: January 19, 2013 [eBook #41880]
Language: English
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WILD FOLK
WILD FOLK
With Illustrations by
CHARLES LIVINGSTON BULL
AND
CARTON MOOREPARK
The ATLANTIC MONTHLY PRESS
BOSTON
Copyright, 1922, by
Samuel Scoville, Jr.
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
To my Son
Gurdon Trumbull Scoville
who has learned to know
and love so many of our Lesser Brethren
of Earth and Air and Water
this book is dedicated
CONTENTS
I. | The Cleanlys | 1 |
II. | Blackbear | 24 |
III. | The Seventh Sleeper | 51 |
IV. | High Sky | 74 |
V. | The Little People | 85 |
VI. | The Path of the Air | 107 |
VII. | Blackcat | 122 |
VIII. | Little Death | 137 |
IX. | Blackcross | 150 |
X. | Sea Otter | 71 |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
The Pincushion of the Woods | Frontispiece |
The First Journey | 4 |
Bull Moose and Blackbear | 44 |
The Thief | 62 |
The Safe Rabbit | 130 |
The Killers | 140 |
The Fox Family | 154 |
Death in the Dark | 158 |
WILD FOLK
I
THE CLEANLYS
All winter long the Barrens had slept still and white. Rows and regiments of low pitch-pine trees, whose blue-green needles grow in threes instead of the fives of the white or the twos of the Virginia pines, marched for miles and miles across the drifted snow. Through their tops forever sounded the far-away roar of the surf of the upper air, like the rushing of mighty wings, while overhead hung a sky whose cold blue seemed flecked with frost. The air tingled with the spicery of myriads of pine trees. Grim black