Way-Atcha, the Coon-Raccoon 
And this was the way of the two: in the log 
stable the Coon was given a box, or little kennel, 
“Lh where he could at least save his life from the dog. 
ee Howler was brought in on a chain and encouraged 
e to attack the Coon with loud “‘sic hims.” Brave 
of as a lion, seeing so small a foe, he rushed forward, 
but was held back with the chain, for it was not 
time for a ‘“‘kill.” Many times he charged, to be 
restrained by his master. 
ee Way-atcha was utterly puzzled. Why should 
7m those other two-legged things be so kind and this 
Why should Roy be so friendly and 
4 so hostile? 
yy fh; this yellow brute so wicked and cruel? Each time 
the big dog charged, poor little Way-atcha felt in 
7 him the fighting spirit of his valiant race stirred 
up, and faced the brute snarling and showing all 
his teeth. 
But he would quickly have been done to death 
by the foe had not the half-breed held the chain. 
Only once was the dog allowed to close. He seized 
the Coon cub by the neck to give the death shake, 
but nature gave the Coon a strong, loose skin. 
The shake was scarcely felt, and Way-atcha clamped 
his teeth on Howler’s leg with a grip that made him 
yell; then the half-breed dragged the dog away. 
That was enough for lesson No. 1. Now they 
hated each other; the bitter feud was on. 
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