BOBBY LYNX OF KOUND-TOP 23 
landed close to a marshy spot in a tangled 
thicket. The back door of the house 
opened right into a big cave formed by 
the rocks as they snuggled back against 
the mountainside as if they were trying to 
keep out of the marshy, alder swamp that 
grew right up to the Hollow Tree on the 
other side. In the big pine trunk was the 
warmest kind of a nest and, if danger 
should come, all they had to do was to leap 
right out into the rocky cavern and climb 
and clamber up and out of a well-hidden 
hole in the heart of the tangled thicket. 
It was a fine back door and Mrs. Lynx 
was very proud of her home. And,—oh, 
how proud she was of Bobby and Tommy, 
—who were two of the finest kittens that 
ever lived! At least,—Mother Lynx 
thought so as she watched them snarling 
and growling over their partridge break¬ 
fast. When nothing was left but a pile 
of feathers, Mrs. Lynx washed them care- 
