66 BOBBY LYNX OF ROUXD-TOP 
on them with a snarl and strike at them. 
Several times she struck with her claws 
half out and then, poor Bobby and 
Tommy would each cry with anger. So 
when,—one midsummer night, as all the 
Hill was a golden shimmer in the moon¬ 
light and when the moccasin plants had 
covered the hillsides with their pink and 
yellow slippers, Mrs. Lynx went hunting 
and never came back,—Bobby didn’t care 
a very great deal. The first day or two 
he cried a lot and felt very lonely and 
both he and Tommy did not dare to leave 
the cave. But, after a real fight with 
Tommy, he felt better about things and 
went out all by himself and had a delicious 
supper on top of the Hill. 
And so the summer passed and again, 
it was the Moon of the Falling Leaves, 
when Jack Frost paints the tips of the 
sumachs and maples and hickory trees all 
sorts of gay colors with his silvery paint 
