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could be seen, but many things the small boy heard, which 

 made him feel ill at ease. Suddenly some one called out 

 right above the tent, Hoo-hoo-hoo! Waugh-hoo ! That 

 was too much. Some goblin, ghost, or Indian was surely 



FIG. 55. GREAT HORNED OWL. 



looking for him ; his tears began to flow and, with the most 

 plaintive voice, he cried, " I want mamma ! " 



There were no Indians within a hundred miles of the tent, 

 but the Great Horned Owl was sitting in a tree above it, 

 and his hooting had broken down the little fellow, who had 



