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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Good morning, Man-cub," said Mother Wa-poose. "Good morning, Mother Wa-poose," said little Luke; "don't be afraid, I only want to take a look at your babies." "Oh, I'm not afraid," said Mother Wa-poose. "None of us are afraid of you any more. Look all you want to. But don't come any nearer. I am afraid you will open a path for Kee-wuk the Red Fox, or for Old Boze the Hound.
As she went over, she struck him a sounding thwack with her hind feet. It fairly made the old cat's ribs crack, and he rolled over and over down the slope. In a second he sprang up, snarling and spitting. Again Mother Wa-poose sprang at him. This time she hit him squarely on the side of the head. Old Klaws went down, rolling over several times before he could right himself.
I wonder what can be the matter." He went around to the other side of the brush pile and then he knew. There was Old Klaws the House Cat, his tail twitching and his round eyes shining hungrily. Just as the boy caught sight of the old cat, Mother Wa-poose sprang out of the thicket. She sprang straight at Old Klaws. The cat snarled and shrank to one side. But Mother Wa-poose was too quick for him.
One day as little Luke was passing by the brush pile, his keen eye saw Mother Wa-poose. "There," said he to himself, "is just the place for a rabbit's nest. I'll take a look at Mother Wa-poose's babies." So he got down on his hands and knees, pulled the bushes apart, and crept into the thicket. He saw the nest, but could not get quite to it because of the sharp thorns on the blackberry bushes.
"Why is it," said he, one day to Wa-poose, "that you wild folk use so many of the Red Men's words?" "Well," said the old rabbit, "that is a long story. But if you will sit down here beside me, I will tell you about it." "In the first days," said Wa-poose, "when the world was new, the men and the wild folk were much alike. They all spoke one language. "In those days it was always summer.
Then the hunting and the killing began. The Red Men hunted many of the wild kindreds for their flesh and their fur, and the wild kindreds began to kill and devour each other. And so it has been since that day. "In those times the Wa-poose folk were much larger than they are now, even as large as Mo-ween the Bear.
Up straight into the air he would go as if he were trying to reach the moon. "Why do they do that?" asked little Luke of Father Wa-poose, who had come back and was sitting quietly beside him. "They do that," answered the old rabbit, "to get a clear look all around them. You know we always have to be on the lookout for our foes." Not far from little Luke two rabbits were having a boxing match.
"Well," said Mother Wa-poose, "we of the Wa-poose family never fight if we can help it. We'd rather run. But we aren't really afraid of anything our size. And this time I couldn't run. If I had, Old Klaws would surely have carried off one of my babies. He got one of them this spring. You remember the one you took away from him. He is grown up and has gone out into the world for himself now.
Two or three times she crossed the brook. Then she came around up through the woods to the brush pile, where little Luke was sitting. From its lower edge there was a good view all down through the pasture. There Mother Wa-poose sat up and watched the old hound, her big, round eyes shining with glee. Old Boze followed her trail into the blackberry thicket.
"When I haven't any babies to care for, I like to sit in a more open place in the sun. So long as I have a chance to run each way, I am not much afraid of anybody. And if it wasn't for the men with their dreadful fire-sticks, we of the Wa-poose family would have a pretty safe and easy time of it." Just then the deep bay of a hound was heard. "There," said Mother Wa-poose, "there's Old Boze now.
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