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The Project Gutenberg eBook, Wild Folk, by Samuel Scoville, Illustrated by Charles Livingston Bull and Carton Moorepark

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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
SAMUEL SCOVILLE, Jr.

WILD FOLK


THE PINCUSHION OF THE WOODS


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


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

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