that bore five fingers," as she afterward
said, and "a sickening horror came over her." Yes, she had heard of
such things. If she could only get home in safety! Why had she tempted
Providence thus? She backed softly and prayed only to escape. What, and
never even deliver the Bible? "It would be wicked to return with it!" In
a cleft of the rock she placed it, and then, to prevent the wind blowing
off loose leaves, she placed a stone on top, and fled from the dreadful
place.

That night, when Quonab and Rolf had finished their meal of corn and
roasted coon, the old man climbed the rock to look at the sky. The book
caught his eye at once, evidently hidden there carefully, and therefore
in cache. A cache is a sacred thing to an Indian. He disturbed it not,
but later asked Rolf, "That yours?"

"No."

It was doubtless the property of some one who meant to return for it, so
they left it untouched. It rested there for many months, till the winter
storms came down, dismantling the covers, dissolving the pages, but
leaving such traces as, in the long afterward, served to identify the
book and give the rock the other name, the one it bears to-day--"Bible
Rock, where Quonab, the son of Cos Cob, used to live."

Chapter 8. The Law of Property Among Our Four-Footed Kin

Night came down on the Asamuk woods, and the two in the wigwam were
eating their supper of pork, beans, and tea, for the Indian did not, by
any means object to the white man's luxuries, when a strange "yap-yurr"
was heard out toward the plain. The dog was up at once with a growl.
Rolf looked inquiringly, and Quonab said, "Fox," then bade the dog be
still.

"Yap-yurr, yap-yurr," and then, "yurr, yeow," it came again and again.
"Can we get him?" said the eager young hunter. The Indian shook his
head.

"Fur no good now. An' that's a she-one, with young ones on the
hillside."

"How do you know?" was the amazed inquiry. "I know it's a she-one,
'cause she says:

"Yap-yurr" (high pitched)

If it was a he-one he'd say:

"Yap-yurr" (low pitched)

"And she has cubs, 'cause all have at this season. And they are on that
hillside, because that's the nearest place where any fox den is, and
they keep pretty much to their own hunting grounds. If another fox
should come hunting on the beat of this pair, he'd have to fight for it.
That is the way of the wild animals; each has his own run, and for that
he will fight an outsider that he would be afraid of at any othe