on the other side. He saw Unc' Billy Possum
looking over a hollow tree and guessed that Unc' Billy was
getting ready to go into winter quarters. He saw Jumper the Hare
squat down under a low-hanging branch of a hemlock-tree and
prepare to take a nap. He heard Drummer the Woodpecker at work
drilling after worms in a tree not far away. Little by little
Lightfoot grew easy in his mind. It must be that that hunter had
become discouraged and was no longer following him.
CHAPTER XI: The Hunted Watches The Hunter
It was so quiet and peaceful and altogether lovely there in the
Green Forest, where Lightfoot the Deer lay resting behind a pile
of brush near the top of a little hill, that it didn't seem
possible such a thing as sudden death could be anywhere near.
It didn't seem possible that there could be any need for
watchfulness. But Lightfoot long ago had learned that often
danger is nearest when it seems least to be expected. So,
though he would have liked very much to have taken a nap,
Lightfoot was too wise to do anything so foolish. He kept his
beautiful, great, soft eyes fixed in the direction from which
the hunter with the terrible gun would come if he were still
following that trail. He kept his great ears gently moving to
catch every little sound.
Lightfoot had about decided that the hunter had given up hunting
for that day, but he didn't let this keep him from being any the
less watchful. It was better to be overwatchful than the least
bit careless. By and by, Lightfoot's keen ears caught the sound
of the snapping of a little stick in the distance. It was so
faint a sound that you or I would have missed it altogether.
But Lightfoot heard it and instantly he was doubly alert,
watching in the direction from which that faint sound had come.
After what seemed a long, long time he saw something moving, and
a moment later a man came into view. It was the hunter and across
one arm he carried the terrible gun.
Lightfoot knew now that this hunter had patience and perseverance
and had not yet given up hope of getting near enough to shoot
Lightfoot. He moved forward slowly, setting each foot down with
the greatest care, so as not to snap a stick or rustle the
leaves. He was watching sharply ahead, ready to shoot should he
catch a glimpse of Lightfoot within range.
Right along through the hollow at the foot of the little hill
below Lightfoot the hunter passed. He was no longer studying the
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