84 Trails to Woods and Waters 



all was not well with jher little one. Was it 

 mother love that made her so keen to see dan- 

 ger for her offspring? She came running half 

 fearfully to the treetop and jumped into the 

 fawn's hiding-place as usual, but it was 

 empty. 



With a bell of wounded mother love, she 

 sprang out again, and ran frantically hither 

 and thither, her terror and frenzy growing 

 each minute. 



Into every thicket she peered wild-eyed 

 and helpless. 



The great cat heard her running frantically 

 by her lair as she lay licking her chops and 

 purring contentedly over her blind kittens. 

 Her belly was full, her milk would flow freely 

 now and there would be no more hunger in 

 the cat family for several days. 



