The Boy and the Lynx 
a moment they stood face to face. The hunt- 
ress growled a warning that was also a chal- 
lenge and a defiance, picked up the bird and 
bounded from the log into the sheltering bushes. 
It was a mile or two to the den, but she stayed 
not to eat till the sunlit opening and the big 
basswood came to view; then alow “ prr—prr” 
called forth the little ones to revel with their 
mother in a plenteous meal of the choicest 
food. 
Ill 
THE HOME OF THE LYNX 
At first Thor, being town-bred, was timid 
about venturing into the woods beyond the 
sound of Corney’s axe; but day by day he 
went farther, guiding himself, not by unreliable 
moss on trees, but by sun, compass, and land- 
scape features. His purpose was to learn about 
the wild animals rather than to kill them; but 
the naturalist is close kin to the sportsman, 
and the gun was his constant companion. In 
the clearing, the only animal of any size was a 
fat Woodchuck; it had a hole under a stump 
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