BOBBY LYNX OF BOUND TOP 61 
that his poor, little nose could not stop 
wiggling one moment! He started to 
creep along the hillside, only to cower 
down in a scared little ball as a twig 
snapped under his feet with a sharp crack! 
Little stones and pebbles rolled down the 
hill as he walked! His tufted ears 
strained to catch every sound and the 
dancing aspen leaves did not seem pretty 
at all now! They seemed glad because he 
was scared! 
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Poor Bobby cringed and cowered 
along, trying to move cautiously as his 
mother had tried to teach him to do, but, 
there were so many queer sounds and 
smells that, at times, he was too fright¬ 
ened to move at all and just cowered 
down as close to the ground as he could. 
A big pine tree drooped its heavy, green 
branches just ahead of him so close to the 
ground, that it looked like a big green 
tent, and he was afraid of it,—terribly 
