136 FOUJR-FOOTED AMEBICANS 



" Poor old Buffalo," said Dodo, sitting on the settle 

 by her mother and stroking tlie wavy hair of the 

 robe, " yon Avere one of tlie biggest of our f ourfoots, 

 and now all that is left of you is a skin and a stuffed 

 face. Please, Uncle Ro}-, don't you think the skin 

 AYOuld feel more at home over there on the wall by its 

 head than in being sat on ? " 



Amid the general laugli that followed, Nat went to 

 the window, rubbed the frost from the pane, and looked 

 out. 



" Oh, daddy \ Oh, Uncle Roy ! " lie cried, " the 

 moon is out, and the snow looks smooth and crisp ! 

 Could anytliing be jollier for to-morrow ? Rod says 

 we can learn to tell animal tracks quick as anytliing in 

 new snow. Suppose I should shoot a Rabbit to bring 

 home to mother, and we may even see a Coon I Only 

 I think it will l)e much harder to hit a real running 

 Rabbit than our Deer target, even with the little 

 shot-gun." 



