Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 4, 2025
That's a nice girl you stole the bob-cat from, but if she were a sister of mine, I'd choke off that army man who's been trotting round after her most of the day." "What's the matter with Captain Sedgwick?" "He has a greedy eye. He'll play any game he goes into for his own hand. Not an unusual plan, but there's generally a code of rules and if it's going to pay him, Sedgwick will break them.
Lucky," added Bob-Cat with a grin, "it was a flat roof." "Fifty years is a long time," commented the boy. "Old Rifle-Eye ain't any spring chicken. He shouldered a musket in the Civil War, an' durin' the Indian mix-ups was generally found floatin' around wherever the fun was thickest.
Leastways, when I hit the long trail, I'll be just as sorry to leave some ponies behind as I will humans." "A horse can be a great chum," assented Wilbur. "So can a dog." "No dogs in mine," said Bob-Cat emphatically, "they reminds me too much o' sheep.
"'Deed, mon," said Hector, "a more wicked pair of eyes I never saw." Martin raised his gun and fired at the bob-cat; but though he wounded it, the cat jumped at us, pulling the clog after it. McKinstry gave it another shot, which knocked it over. It died hard. When the animal was dead, we examined it. It was over three feet long and about two feet high. Its tail was about six inches long.
"Some kinds it does," said the Ranger, "but there's others that go down pretty easy, lodge-pole pine, fer instance. But a tree doesn't have to be blown down to be ruined. Even if a branch is blown off an' you know how often that happens insects and fungi get into the wound of the tree and decay follows." "But you can't persuade the wind none," objected Bob-Cat.
Yet, before he could dismount, the hounds had wrenched themselves free and pounced upon the body of the dead bob-cat. With savage growls they tore the sleek hide into ribbons, on one side, and were devouring the flesh of the animal ravenously. The hide was ruined. "Let them alone!" ordered Lige. "That's the only fun they get out of the game.
"Oh, I can always tell a horse by his looks," replied Wilbur boastfully. "Anyhow, I want him." "Persistent?" chuckled Bob-Cat, who was standing by enjoying every word, "why, cockle-burs ain't nothin' to him." "But, supposin'," the old scout began gently, "I told you that the sorrel was the worst you could have, not the best?"
Feelin's don't allers point the right trail to jedgment, an', as often as not, the blazes lead the wrong way. You're all right in your own way, Bob-Cat, but you're shy on roots, and your idees gets a windfall every time an extra puff comes along. You're like the trees settlers forgets about when they cuts on the outside of a forest an' ruins the inside."
"Stand back!" ordered the Professor. "Don't touch him! Get away, boys!" They were obliged to grab Chunky by the arms, fairly dragging him from his victim, so filled was he with the fever of the chase and a resolve to conquer his savage little enemy. Professor Zepplin, once they had gotten Chunky out of the way, stepped as near to the bob-cat as he deemed prudent.
A bob-cat," he added with his peculiar chuckle, "that'd yell when he went a-huntin' wouldn't take long ter starve. 'N' the wilder a thing is, the moh uncomplainin' hit is, too. Shoot a fox, 'n' he'll pull hisse'f along till he drops daid jest grittin' his teeth 'n' standin' hit; but a dawg'll holler somethin' awful. Hit's most allers that-a-way with birds, too.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking