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Title: Timid Hare

Author: Mary Hazelton Wade

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TIMID HARE

The Little Captive

by

MARY H. WADE

Author of "Little Cousin Series", etc.

Illustrated by Louis Betts

Whitman Publishing Co.
Racine -- Chicago

1916

[Illustration: Cover Art]

[Frontispiece: Buffalo Rib was a Handsome Youth.]

CONTENTS

CAPTURED
BEFORE THE CHIEF
THE NEW HOME
HARD WORK
THE CHANGE
THE VISIT
THE MISCHIEF MAKER
THE HAPPY DAY
THE DOG FEAST
THE FESTIVAL
MOVING DAY
THE JOURNEY
THE MEDICINE MAN
THE WINTER HUNT

List of Color Plates

Buffalo Rib Was a Handsome Youth

The Stone and Her Son Black Bull Were Hurrying Home

"Sweet Grass, Listen to Me" [Missing from book]

"I Soon Had a Fire Started"

Black Bull Was Helpless

Bent Horn's Mind Was Made Up

They Looked With Wonder at the Medicine Man

"Help Me, Great Spirit" [Missing from book]

CAPTURED

Swift Fawn sat motionless on the river-bank.

"Lap, lap," sang the tiny waves as they struck the shore. "Lap, lap,"
they kept repeating, but the little girl did not heed the soft music.
Her mind was too busy with the story White Mink had told her that
morning.

After the men had started off on a buffalo hunt Swift Fawn had left the
other children to their games in the village and stolen away to the
favorite bathing place of the women-folk.

"No one will disturb me there," she had said to herself, "and I want to
be all by myself to think it over."

After she had been there for sometime. Swift Fawn d