136 FOUB-FOOTED AMERICANS 



"Poor old Buffalo," said Dodo, sitting on the settle 

 by her mother and stroking the wavy hair of the 

 robe, "you were one of llie biggest of our fourfoots, 

 and now all that is left of you is a skin and a stuffed 

 face. Please, Uncle Roy, d(jn't you think the skin 

 would feel more at home over there on the wall by its 

 head than in being sat on ? " 



Amid the general langh that followed, Nat went to 

 the window, rubbed the frost from the pane, and looked 

 out. 



" Oh, daddy ! Oh, Uncle Roy ! " he cried, " the 

 moon is out, and the snow looks smooth and crisp I 

 ('ould anything be jollier for to-morrow? Rod says 

 we can learn to tell animal tracks quick as anything in 

 new snow. Suppose I should shoot a Rabbit to bring 

 home to mother, and we may even see a Coon ! Only 

 I think it will be much harder to hit a real running 

 Rabbit than our Deer target, even with the little 

 shot-gun." 



