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Title: Wood folk at school
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Long, William J. (William Joseph), 1867-1952
Subjects: Animal behavior Animals
Publisher: Boston, London, Ginn & Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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oror hurry. Around us, out of sight, ran the fear-hauntedmother, calling, calling; now showing her head, withthe terror deep in her eyes; now dashing away, withher white flag up, to show her little ones the way theymust take. But the fawns gave no heed after- thefirst alarm. They felt the change; their ears weretwitching nervously, and their eyes, which had notyet grown quick enough to measure distances andfind their mother in her hiding, were full of strangeterror as they questioned mine. Still, under thealarm, they felt the kindness which the poor mother,dog-driven and waylaid by guns, had never known.Therefore they stayed, with a deep wisdom beyondall her cunning, where they knew they were safe. I led them slowly back to their hiding place, gavethem a last lick at my hands, and pushed them gentlyunder the hemlock curtain. When they tried to comeout I pushed them back again. Stay there, andmind your mother; stay there, and follow yourmother, I kept whispering. And to this day I have
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THE WHITE FLAG SHOWING LIKE A BEACONLIGHT AS SHE JUMPED AWAY What the Fawns Must Know 9 a half belief that they understood, not the word butthe feeling behind it; for they grew quiet after atime and looked out with wide-open, wondering eyes.Then I dodged out of sight, jumped the fallen logto throw them off the scent should they come out,crossed the brook, and glided out of sight into theunderbrush. Once safely out of hearing I headedstraight for the open, a few yards away, where theblasted stems of the burned hillside showed faintlythrough the green of the big woods, and climbed,and looked, and changed my position, till at last Icould see the fallen tree under whose roots my littleinnocents were hiding. The hoarse danger cry had ceased; the woods wereall still again. A movement in the underbrush, andI saw the doe glide out beyond the brook and standlooking, listening. She bleated softly; the hemlockcurtain was thrust aside, and the little ones came out.At sight of them she leaped forw

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