Peter Sees Two Terrible Feathered Hunters 



the mere suspicion that he is anywhere about 

 strikes terror to the heart of all the furred and 

 feathered folks. He is so swift of wing that few 

 can escape him, and he has no pity, but kills for the 

 mere love of killing. In this respect he is like 

 Shadow the Weasel. To kill for food is forgiven by 

 the little people of the Green Forest and the Green 

 Meadows, but to kill needlessly is unpardonable. 

 This is why Terror the Goshawk is universally 

 hated and has not a single friend. 



All that day Peter remained hidden in that 

 hollow log. He did not dare put foot outside until 

 the Black Shadows began to creep through the 

 Green Forest. Then he knew that there was noth- 

 ing more to fear from Terror the Goshawk, for 

 he hunts only by day. Once more Peter's thoughts 

 were chiefly of his stomach, for it was very, very 

 empty. 



But it was not intended that Peter should fill his 

 stomach at once. He had gone but a little way 

 when from just ahead of him the silence of the 

 early evening was broken by a terrifying sound 

 "Whooo-hoo-hoo, whooo-hoo !" It was so sudden 

 and there was in it such a note of fierceness that 

 Peter had all he could do to keep from jumping and 

 running for dear life. But he knew that voice and 

 he knew, too, that safety lay in keeping perfectly 

 still. So with his heart thumping madly, as when 

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