CHAPTER XXV
THE HUNTER LIES IN WAIT
If ever there was an angry hunter, it was the one who had followed Lightfoot the Deer across the Big River. When he was ordered to get off the land where Lightfoot had climbed out, he got back into his boat, but he didn"t row back to the other side. Instead, he rowed down the river, finally landing on the same side but on land which Lightfoot"s friend did not own.
"When that Deer has become rested he"ll become uneasy," thought the hunter. "He won"t stay on that man"s land. He"ll start for the nearest woods. I"ll go up there and wait for him. I"ll get that Deer if only to spite that fellow back there who drove me off. Had it not been for him, I"d have that Deer right now. He was too tired to have gone far. He"s got the handsomest pair of antlers I"ve seen for years. I can sell that head of his for a good price."
So the hunter tied his boat to a tree and once more climbed out. He climbed up the bank and studied the land. Across a wide meadow he could see a brushy old pasture and back of that some thick woods. He grinned.
"That"s where that Deer will head for," he decided. "There isn"t any other place for him to go. All I"ve got to do is be patient and wait."
So the hunter took his terrible gun and tramped across the meadow to the brush-grown pasture. There he hid among the bushes where he could peep out and watch the land of Lightfoot"s friend. He was still angry because he had been prevented from shooting Lightfoot. At the same time he chuckled, because he thought himself very smart. Lightfoot couldn"t possibly reach the shelter of the woods without giving him a shot, and he hadn"t the least doubt that Lightfoot would start for the woods just as soon as he felt able to travel. So he made himself comfortable and prepared to wait the rest of the day, if necessary.
Now Lightfoot"s friend who had driven the hunter off had seen him row down the river and he had guessed just what was in that hunter"s mind.
"We"ll fool him," said he, chuckling to himself, as he walked back towards the shed where poor Lightfoot was resting.
He did not go too near Lightfoot, for he did not want to alarm him. He just kept within sight of Lightfoot, paying no attention to him but going about his work. You see, this man loved and understood the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows, and he knew that there was no surer way of winning Lightfoot"s confidence and trust than by appearing to take no notice of him. Lightfoot, watching him, understood.
He knew that this man was a friend and would do him no harm. Little by little, the wonderful, blessed feeling of safety crept over Lightfoot.
No hunter could harm him here.
CHAPTER XXVI
LIGHTFOOT DOES THE WISE THING
All the rest of that day the hunter with the terrible gun lay hidden in the bushes of the pasture where he could watch for Lightfoot the Deer to leave the place of safety he had found. It required a lot of patience on the part of the hunter, but the hunter had plenty of patience. It sometimes seems as if hunters have more patience than any other people.
But this hunter waited in vain. Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun sank down in the west to his bed behind the Purple Hills. The Black Shadows crept out and grew blacker. One by one the stars began to twinkle. Still the hunter waited, and still there was no sign of Lightfoot. At last it became so dark that it was useless for the hunter to remain longer.
Disappointed and once more becoming angry, he tramped back to the Big River, climbed into his boat and rowed across to the other side. Then he tramped home and his thoughts were very bitter. He knew that he could have shot Lightfoot had it not been for the man who had protected the Deer. He even began to suspect that this man had himself killed Lightfoot, for he had been sure that as soon as he had become rested Lightfoot would start for the woods, and Lightfoot had done nothing of the kind. In fact, the hunter had not had so much as another glimpse of Lightfoot.
The reason that the hunter had been so disappointed was that Lightfoot was smart. He was smart enough to understand that the man who was saving him from the hunter had done it because he was a true friend. All the afternoon Lightfoot had rested on a bed of soft hay in an open shed and had watched this man going about his work and taking the utmost care to do nothing to frighten Lightfoot.
"He not only will let no one else harm me, but he himself will not harm me," thought Lightfoot. "As long as he is near, I am safe. I"ll stay right around here until the hunting season is over, then I"ll swim back across the Big River to my home in the dear Green Forest."
So all afternoon Lightfoot rested and did not so much as put his nose outside that open shed. That is why the hunter got no glimpse of him.
When it became dark, so dark that he knew there was no longer danger, Lightfoot got up and stepped out under the stars. He was feeling quite himself again. His splendid strength had returned. He bounded lightly across the meadow and up into the brushy pasture where the hunter had been hidden. There and in the woods back of the pasture he browsed, but at the first hint of the coming of another day, Lightfoot turned back, and when his friend, the farmer, came out early in the morning to milk the cows, there was Lightfoot back in the open shed. The farmer smiled.
"You are as wise as you are handsome, old fellow," said he.
CHAPTER XXVII
SAMMY JAY WORRIES
It isn"t often Sammy Jay worries about anybody but himself. Truth to tell, he doesn"t worry about himself very often. You see, Sammy is smart, and he knows he is smart. Under that pointed cap of his are some of the cleverest wits in all the Green Forest. Sammy seldom worries about himself because he feels quite able to take care of himself.
But Sammy Jay was worrying now. He was worrying about Lightfoot the Deer. Yes, Sir, Sammy Jay was worrying about Lightfoot the Deer. For two days he had been unable to find Lightfoot or any trace of Lightfoot.
But he did find plenty of hunters with terrible guns. It seemed to him that they were everywhere in the Green Forest. Sammy began to suspect that one of them must have succeeded in killing Lightfoot the Deer.
Sammy knew all of Lightfoot"s hiding-places. He visited every one of them. Lightfoot wasn"t to be found, and no one whom Sammy met had seen Lightfoot for two days.
Sammy felt badly. You see, he was very fond of Lightfoot. You remember it was Sammy who warned Lightfoot of the coming of the hunter on the morning when the dreadful hunting season began. Ever since the hunting season had opened, Sammy had done his best to make trouble for the hunters. Whenever he had found one of them he had screamed at the top of his voice to warn every one within hearing just where that hunter was.
Once a hunter had lost his temper and shot at Sammy, but Sammy had suspected that something of the kind might happen, and he had taken care to keep just out of reach.
Sammy had known all about the chasing of Lightfoot by the hounds.
Everybody in the Green Forest had known about it. You see, everybody had heard the voices of those hounds. Once, Lightfoot had pa.s.sed right under the tree in which Sammy was sitting, and a few moments later the two hounds had pa.s.sed with their noses to the ground as they followed Lightfoot"s trail. That was the last Sammy had seen of Lightfoot. He had been able to save Lightfoot from the hunters, but he couldn"t save him from the hounds.
The more Sammy thought things over, the more he worried. "I am afraid those hounds drove him out where a hunter could get a shot and kill him, or else that they tired him out and killed him themselves," thought Sammy. "If he were alive, somebody certainly would have seen him and n.o.body has, since the day those hounds chased him. I declare, I have quite lost my appet.i.te worrying about him. If Lightfoot is dead, and I am almost sure he is, the Green Forest will never seem the same."
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE HUNTING SEASON ENDS
The very worst things come to an end at last. No matter how bad a thing is, it cannot last forever. So it was with the hunting season for Lightfoot the Deer. There came a day when the law protected all Deer,--a day when the hunters could no longer go searching for Lightfoot.
Usually there was great rejoicing among the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows when the hunting season ended and they knew that Lightfoot would be in no more danger until the next hunting season. But this year there was no rejoicing. You see, no one could find Lightfoot. The last seen of him was when he was running for his life with two hounds baying on his trail and the Green Forest filled with hunters watching for a chance to shoot him.
Sammy Jay had hunted everywhere through the Green Forest. Blacky the Crow, whose eyes are quite as sharp as those of Sammy Jay, had joined in the search. They had found no trace of Lightfoot. Paddy the Beaver said that for three days Lightfoot had not visited his pond for a drink.
Billy Mink, who travels up and down the Laughing Brook, had looked for Lightfoot"s footprints in the soft earth along the banks and had found only old ones. Jumper the Hare had visited Lightfoot"s favorite eating places at night, but Lightfoot had not been in any of them.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I tell you what it is," said Sammy Jay to Bobby c.o.o.n, "something has happened to Lightfoot."]
"I tell you what it is," said Sammy Jay to Bobby c.o.o.n, "something has happened to Lightfoot. Either those hounds caught him and killed him, or he was shot by one of those hunters. The Green Forest will never be the same without him. I don"t think I shall want to come over here very much. There isn"t one of all the other people who live in the Green Forest who would be missed as Lightfoot will be."
Bobby c.o.o.n nodded. "That"s true, Sammy," said he. "Without Lightfoot, the Green Forest will never be the same. He never harmed anybody. Why those hunters should have been so anxious to kill one so beautiful is something I can"t understand. For that matter, I don"t understand why they want to kill any of us. If they really needed us for food, it would be a different matter, but they don"t. Have you been up in the Old Pasture and asked Old Man Coyote if he has seen anything of Lightfoot?"
Sammy nodded. "I"ve been up there twice," said he. "Old Man Coyote has been lying very low during the days, but nights he has done a lot of traveling. You know Old Man Coyote has a mighty good nose, but not once since the day those hounds chased Lightfoot has he found so much as a tiny whiff of Lightfoot"s scent. I thought he might have found the place where Lightfoot was killed, but he hasn"t, although he has looked for it. Well, the hunting season for Lightfoot is over, but I am afraid it has ended too late."
CHAPTER XXIX
Mr. AND MRS. QUACK ARE STARTLED