A Little Dapple Fool 79 



The little dapple fawn was asleep when his 

 mother had left, but the lesson necessary to 

 his safety had been faithfully taught him 

 and the instinct of his ancestors was in his 

 veins. 



He was concealed in the very thickest part 

 of the treetop and his mother had to make a 

 great jump to reach him without trampling 

 down the boughs and thus betray their where- 

 abouts. 



Presently he saw bright pencils of light 

 streaming through his treetop and the birds 

 began singing in the woods for very joy. 

 Then he knew that it was daylight and that 

 his mother would soon be back. 



With the coming of the sunbeams the scent 

 of the pine needles was quickened into life, 

 and a dozen wonderful fragrances stirred into 

 being upon the puffs of the fresh morning 

 breeze. All nature seemed new and vital, re- 

 vived and quickened by the sparkling dew- 

 drops that trembled on the petals of each wild 

 flower and which gemmed even the weeds as 

 well. 



