Love of the Wild. Archie P. McKishnie

Love of the Wild - Archie P. McKishnie


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       Archie P. McKishnie

      Love of the Wild

      Published by Good Press, 2021

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      EAN 4057664649331

       CHAPTER I The World of the Untamed

       CHAPTER II Glow and Gloss

       CHAPTER III The Babes in the Wood

       CHAPTER IV Bushwackers’ Place

       CHAPTER V Comrades of the Hardwoods

       CHAPTER VI The Go-Between

       CHAPTER VII Where the Brook and River Meet

       CHAPTER VIII Through the Deep Wood

       CHAPTER IX And the Twilight

       CHAPTER X Colonel Hallibut

       CHAPTER XI The Wild of the Wild

       CHAPTER XII Injun Noah

       CHAPTER XIII On the Creek Path

       CHAPTER XIV Paisley Reconnoiters

       CHAPTER XV War Tactics

       CHAPTER XVI Preparing for the Loggin’

       CHAPTER XVII The Loggin’-Bee

       CHAPTER XVIII Old Betsy

       CHAPTER XIX Of the Tribe of Broadcrook

       CHAPTER XX Mr. Smythe Visits the Colonel

       CHAPTER XXI Widow Ross Backslides

       CHAPTER XXII The Shot in the Dark

       CHAPTER XXIII In the Fire Circle

       CHAPTER XXIV The Night Attack

       CHAPTER XXV And the Day After

       CHAPTER XXVI In the Manacles of Winter

       CHAPTER XXVII While the Rain Fell

       CHAPTER XXVIII A Clear Trail

       CHAPTER XXIX Blue Skies and a Cloud

       CHAPTER XXX The Dawn of a New Day

       CHAPTER XXXI A Mating Time

       The World of the Untamed

       Table of Contents

      The hazy October sunlight sifted through the trees and lay, here and there, golden bits of carpet on the mossy woodland. A glossy black squirrel paused on one of these splashes of sunlight, and, sitting erect, preened his long fur; then as the harsh scolding of a red squirrel fell on his ears he sank on all fours again, and bounded into the heavy shadows of the wood. A pair of pursuing red squirrels sprang from an opposite grove and with shrill chidings crossed the open to the snake fence. By taking this fence they might intercept the quarry’s flight, their object being to make short work of the black, whom they hated with an hereditary hatred harking back to the dim past.

      In and out they flashed, their yellow-red bodies painting zigzag streaks of gold upon the forest background of green. Suddenly they halted and with tails slashing angrily poured out a tirade of abuse upon the human frustrator of their designs.

      He stood leaning against the fence, his young face moody, his eyes focused somberly on the new schoolhouse with its unpainted boards, hanging to the face of the hill across the creek. He turned now, his tall form erect, accusation in his glance. Nineteen years among the wild of the wild had schooled him in the knowledge of signs such as that which confronted him, and which were forerunners of the tragedies so numerous in the wooded fastness. “So you would, eh?” he grated, “you little murderers, you.”

      At the sound of his voice the male squirrel, less courageous than his mate, sprang to earth and scurried up a scraggy beech. The female, not to be cheated out of her wicked pleasure, attempted the old ruse of dropping to the bottom rail of the fence and darting past the boy in this way. But the boy had learned the ways of squirrels as he had learned the ways of all the things of the wild, and as the little animal sprang forward his tall body bent earthward. A muffled squeal came from the buckskin cap he held in his hand, and when he arose his brown fingers nipped the animal securely by the back of its neck.

      “So it’s you who’ve been drivin’ the black squirrels out of the bush?” he said. “Well, you won’t drive any more out, I guess. You’ve had your last run except the one me and pup’ll give you, and that won’t be a very long one. Here, Joe,” he called, “come here, old feller; I’ve got something for you.”

      From the far end of a long fallow came loping a gaunt Irish setter. He hurled his shaggy form upward, but the boy held the prize out of his reach.

      “Come into the clearin’ and we’ll have a chase, pup,” he said. They passed over to an open spot in the wood and the boy turned the captive about so that it faced him.

      “Now, Joe,” he said, “I’ll just——” He broke off and stood gazing at the animal which had ceased to struggle


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