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"I wonder what your ci-devant sweetheart would think of you." "A bungler had better stick to the traps," he assented, ignoring the badinage. "I am wondering," she said thoughtfully, "what I think of men who kill." He turned sharply, hesitated, shrugged. "Wild things' lives are brief at best fox or flying-tick, wet nests or mink, owl, hawk, weasel or man.
Little Joe Otter and Billy Mink had been sitting right underneath the big stick. "Chug-a-rum!" said Grandfather Frog and held on to his sides and opened his mouth very wide in a noiseless laugh, for Grandfather Frog never makes a sound when he laughs. "Chug-a-rum!" said Grandfather Frog once more.
"I said would you come home to dinner with me?" she repeated weakly, with a fervent prayer that he would decline. But the soldier had no such intention. He bowed gravely, and picked up his hat and overcoat. Miss Mink, looking like a small tug towing a big steamer, shamefacedly made her way to the nearest exit, and got him out through the Sunday-school room.
While as for meadow mice well, Peter Mink had surprised many a one swimming in the brook. If it hadn't been for the meadow mice perhaps he wouldn't have visited the brook so often. Even in winter Master Meadow Mouse just had to have his cold dip now and then.
Then he did what all cowards do ran home as fast as his legs could carry him. Now of course Billy Mink didn't find Bobby Coon, and when he came back up the Lone Little Path he was very tired, very hungry and very cross. And of course Jimmy Skunk failed to find the nest of Mrs. Grouse, and Little Joe Otter could find no trace of the shining big sucker among the rushes beside the Smiling Pool.
Presently he said: "The hull blame country's crawlin' with rebel cavalry. I was to Mink Creek, an' they was passin' on the pike, wagons an' guns as fur as I could see. They levied on Swamp Holler at sunup; they was on every road along the State line. There ain't no road nor cow path clear that way." "And none the other way," she said. "Can't you help me?"
"I suppose Aunt Isobel has attended to them," she said indifferently. "Aunt Isobel, indeed!" snarled Madam. "You'd lean on a broken reed if you depended on Isobel. And Enid is no better. I attended to your clothes. I got you everything you need, even down to a new set of furs." "Silver fox?" asked Eleanor, brightening visibly. "No, mink. I can't abide fox. Ah! here's what I am looking for.
There were tracks of otter and mink, those two river hunters whose skins, on ladies' shoulders, are better known than the animals themselves. They might be only patches of fur in cities, but they were living, breathing personages here. Particularly they were personages to the trout. Ben knew perfectly how the silver fish had learned to dart with such rapidity in the water.
In setting steel traps for them the hunter placed the traps either in the water or on the bank at a spot where they were in the habit of going ashore, and to decoy them to that landing Oo-koo-hoo rubbed castoreum on the branches of the surrounding bushes just in the same way as he did for mink or otter.
What in the world would he be fool enough to do that for?" demanded Cuthbert looking closely to see whether the other gave any signs of joking, but failing to find any. "Well, for one thing, he could not find anybody to do it for him." "Oh! and was it so very important that Mr. Mink should drop one of his little footsie-tootsies in that way?
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