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Yet, despite the equality of fighting weight, he felt himself somehow the inferior creature. His thoughts ran on the old legend of the field-vole who mated with a wood-mouse of high degree, and whose descendants to this day bear the marks of their noble origin. So, when the stranger turned and leapt lightly into the undergrowth that fringed the wood, he humbly tried to follow.
But his eyes, though trained to the open, could in truth detect nothing whatever, except now and then a darting gleam which might come from a wet leaf, or from the gaze of a watching wood-mouse, or merely from the stirrings of the blood within his own brain.
And when it happens to be a cousin ... and the goods are hers...." "Well, they weren't exactly," said the house-mouse. "The case really belonged to the forester." "According to that, nothing is ours," said the wood-mouse. "I work it out differently. I say that the mast and nuts out here are mine. And the larder in the forester's house is yours.
This morning, I was sitting in my hole while they were drinking tea. Then my young mistress cried, 'There's the mouse! and in a jiffy Aunt Petronella was up on the chair, though I wasn't there at all. I tell you, it's great fun." "I daresay, cousin," said the wood-mouse. "And I'm very glad indeed that you've such a good time." "And haven't you just as good a time?" asked the house-mouse.
The wood-mouse set up her tail and shook her little head sorrowfully: "Cousin," she said, "you have touched me on my very sorest point." "I am really sorry, cousin," said the house-mouse. "But it appears to me that it was you who began to talk about it." "So it was, cousin," said the wood-mouse. "And we don't do any good by holding our tongues.
On the way Hi, there!" In the midst of his planning he gives a grasshopper-jump aside, and brings down both paws hard on a bit of green moss that quivered as he passed. He spreads his paws apart carefully; thrusts his nose down between them; drags a young wood-mouse from under the moss; eats him; licks his chops twice, and goes on planning as if nothing had happened.
The long-tailed wood-mouse a handsome fellow this, with great black liquid eyes, and weasel colouring; the harvest-mouse, that Liliputian rustic to whose deft fingers all good mouse-nests are indiscriminately assigned; the freaks, white, black, and nondescript; and, finally, the great brown rats. In the presence of the latter he had always felt nervous, but he had recognized their usefulness.
The infinitesimal and incessant stir of growth and change and readjustment was vaguely audible to his fine sense, making a rhythmic background against which the slightest unusual sound, even to the squeak of a wood-mouse, or the falling of a worm-bitten leaf, would have fairly startled the dark.
The fourfold track of a rabbit led the way ahead of them, as if pointing the path, to be joined by the broken footprints of another rabbit, and then by the track made by the longer leap of a hare, fourfold also. The delicate lined marks left by a wood-mouse now kept company with the others, and anon the little fairy imprints of two field-voles short-tailed field-mice, if you prefer.
But just as it was beginning fairly to burn its way into his flesh, a queer little rushing sound close at his side brought his heart into his throat. It was such a vicious, menacing little sound. Glancing down, he saw that a tiny wood-mouse had darted upon a big brown-winged butterfly and captured it.
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