BOBBY LYNX OF ROUND-TOP 59 
leaves were out on the trees and the bees 
had hummed all day around the wild 
honey-suckle bushes that made the hill¬ 
sides pink with their delicate blossoms 
and filled the air so full of delicious 
smells, that it was difficult at times to find 
the other smells that it carried and which 
the kittens,—large, strong cats by this 
time, wanted to know. Mrs. Lynx had 
taken the two cats that night on a long, 
hard climb over the roughest rocks and 
most tangled thickets on Round-Top, 
leading them, finally, across the Ridge 
that bordered the Plains on the far side, 
giving them many lessons in noiseless 
climbing and hunting that she felt they 
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might need some day. She had gone so 
far that the first bright streaks of the 
summer dawn were tinting the sky as they 
stole back along the Ridge. And then, 
just as she crept out on a big rock that 
overlooked the farms in the lower part of 
