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Updated: May 4, 2025
If you wore scales instead of fur, and lived in the water instead of on the land, Peter Rabbit, you would have reason to fear Plunger the Osprey, but as it is, you are safer when he is about than when he isn't. There comes old Redtail the Hawk. You'd better get out of sight, Peter." Peter did. Of all those who are forever trying to catch Peter Rabbit, he fears none more than Yowler the Bob-cat.
We've got to stay right where we are for a long time to make sure that Yowler has given us up and gone away, so you will have plenty of time to tell me the story. Where was Turkey Wood, and how did old Mr. Bob-cat happen to leave his honor there?" "He didn't happen to; he did it deliberately," replied Mrs. Grouse.
The boy got up abashed and red in the face, because several other ranchmen had come up and were enjoying his confusion, but he tried to put a good face on it, and said: "That's a bucker for fair." "No," responded Bob-Cat, "that isn't bucking," and he swung himself into the saddle. The sorrel commenced plunging and rearing again, this time with greater vigor.
"Thar's a sombre, sullen sport among the Osages who's troo name is the 'Bob-cat, but who's called the 'Knife Thrower. The Bob-cat is one of the Osage forty. Onknown to the others, this yere Bob-cat who it looks like is a mighty impressionable savage is himse'f in love with the dead Sunbright.
Hennage" purred Carey. "Why did the man, McGraw, send you to the post-office with an order for that registered letter?" "Oh, he was in a little trouble at the time an' didn't care to show in public" lied Mr. Hennage glibly. "I perceive. I believe you mentioned something about his reputation as a hard citizen when I first spoke to you about him." "Tougher'n a bob-cat" Mr.
He turned to the cowboy. "Can the sorrel be saddled without ropin'?" "Bluey does," was the reply, "but I don't know that he'll let me." "Won't you saddle him for me, Bob-Cat? I know I can ride him if I have a fair show." The range-rider turned to the old Ranger. "How about it?" he said. "The kid'll hunt leather for a while and then eat grass.
"Which you'd make tar an' feathers look sick for stickin' to a thing." Then, reading a grudging assent from Rifle-Eye, he continued: "Yep, I'll go an' saddle," and sauntered into the corral. In a few minutes he came back, leading the sorrel. He was saddled and Bob-Cat had shortened up the stirrups. Wilbur jumped forward eagerly, put his foot in the stirrup, and was up like a flash.
Bob-cat he tried to slip past unseen. When Old Mother Nature stepped in front of him, he couldn't look her in the face, try as he would. "'Ah-ha! said she. 'You are the one who left his honor in Turkey Wood. From this time forth you shall be an outcast, friendless and alone, hated by every one. "And so it was, and has been ever since. And so it is with Yowler today.
You haven't forgotten it and what a big brown bob-cat I looked like when I got there. I grew like weeds in a Kansas corn-field on that trip." "Oh, I remember you. Go on," Eloise said, laughingly. "That night after supper, everybody had left camp Mat and Bev were fishing and I was alone and lonely, so I came up here to find what I could see of the next day's trail. It was such an hour as this.
Where you were a fool," he continued, "was in touchin' the rabbit at all. It's just as I told you. When you went quietly forward, you say, the bob-cat got out of your road all right. Of course, that's what she ought to do. And if you had filled the pot with water an' come away that's all there'd have been to it.
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