68 BOBBY LYNX OF ROUND-TOP 
self. Bobby didn’t care at all. This, his 
first winter on Round-Top, was great fun 
for the little cat, now almost grown up. 
He loved to hunt in the crisp, sparkling 
nights. When it became so cold that the 
moon gleamed green on the glistening 
hillsides and the North Wind blew the 
light snow in swirls and eddies across the 
icy crust, Bobby delighted in taking long 
trips over the mountain just for pure joy. 
His thick coat kept him just as warm as a 
cat needed to be and he was such a suc¬ 
cessful hunter that the hunger-ache never 
bothered him all that winter I 
