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Title: The three bears of Porcupine Ridge, wild dwellers of forest, marsh and lake
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Thompson, Jeanette May, Mrs., 1865- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Animals
Publisher: Boston, Chicago, W. A. Wilde company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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d, pilingeverything inflammable upon the dying fire untilit blazed high again. Meantime the catamount,startled at first by the sudden glare, withdrew,but soon emboldened by its hunger back it came,ever nearer and nearer to the doorway; finallycrouching just at the threshold, it made readyto spring. With quick presence of mind Tom snatchedup a great, glowing, resinous firebrand andhurled it with straight, sure aim at the cata-mount. It struck him squarely between theshoulders and scorched there, for he turnedand bit savagely at the firebrand, snarling withpain. All this time, between whiles, Tom had beenfumbling with his gun and found, to his dis-may, that he had but two shots left. He loaded,with desperate haste, not telling Fred of his lackof ammunition, but bidding him to keep firingthe brands at the catamount. Now, Fred, Im ready for him. You takea big firebrand in your hand, and then in caseI miss him, let him have it straight between theeyes, directed Tom, and crouching low, with
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That Very Instant Tom Fired FOREST, MARSH AND LAKE 87 rifle ready, the boys waited for the catamountto come within range of the door. Vicious with its burns and hunger, they hadnot long to wait for the appearance of the cata-mount ; crawling, crouching low, cat-like it came,until it reached the door-sill of the shanty ; thengathering itself, it made ready to spring into theroom. That very instant Tom fired. Straight be-tween the gleaming, yellow eyes he aimed, andthen, with a muffled howl of surprise and pain,the great, tawny beast leaped high in air. hisbound broken; with a snuffling, snarling cryof pain he sank down, clawing and spitting.Tom had surely hit and wounded him. Look, look, Tom ! See; he isnt dead yet.Quick, hurry and give him another shot. Hesgetting ready to jump again, shouted Fred.Sure enough, the catamount, now mad with painfrom its shattered jaw, crouched for a fresh spring. Bang, went the rifle, Toms last shot. Andwhen the smoke cleared there lay the cata-mount, qu

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