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Animal Heroes
Animal Heroes
by Ernest Thompson Seton
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Note to Reader
A hero is an individual of unusual gifts and achievements。 Whether it
be man or animal; this definition applies; and it is the histories of such that
appeal to the imagination and to the hearts of those who hear them。
In this volume every one of the stories; though more or less composite;
is founded on the actual life of a veritable animal hero。 The most
composite is the White Reindeer。 This story I wrote by Utrovand in
Norway during the summer of 1900; while the Reindeer herds grazed in
sight on the near uplands。
The Lynx is founded on some of my own early experiences in the
backwoods。
It is less than ten years since the 'Jack Warhorse' won his hero…crown。
Thousands of 〃Kaskadoans〃 will remember him; and by the name
Warhorse his coursing exploits are recorded in several daily papers。
The least composite is Arnaux。 It is so nearly historical that several
who knew the bird have supplied additional items of information。
The nest of the destroying Peregrines; with its owners and their young;
is now to be seen in the American Museum of Natural History of New
York。 The Museum authorities inform me that Pigeon badges with the
following numbers were found in the nest: 9970…S; 1696; U。 63; 77; J。 F。
52; Ex。 705; 6…1894; C 20900。 Perhaps some Pigeon…lover may learn from
these lines the fate of one or other wonderful flier that has long been
recorded 〃never returned。〃
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THE SLUM CAT
LIFE I
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M…e…a…t! M…e…a…t!〃 came shrilling down Scrimper's Alley。 Surely the
Pied Piper of Hamelin was there; for it seemed that all the Cats in the
neighborhood were running toward the sound; though the Dogs; it must be
confessed; looked scornfully indifferent。
〃Meat! Meat! 〃and louder; then the centre of attraction came in view
a rough; dirty little man with a push…cart; while straggling behind him
were a score of Cats that joined in his cry with a sound nearly the same as
his own。 Every fifty yards; that is; as soon as a goodly throng of Cats was
gathered; the push…cart stopped。 The man with the magic voice took out of
the box in his cart a skewer on which were pieces of strong…smelling
boiled liver。 With a long stick he pushed the pieces off。 Each Cat seized on
one; and wheeling; with a slight depression of the ears and a little tiger
growl and glare; she rushed away with her prize to devour it in some safe
retreat。
〃Meat! Meat!〃 And still they came to get their portions。 All were well
known to the meat…man。 There was Castiglione's Tiger; this was Jones's
Black; here was Pralitsky's 〃Torkershell;〃 and this was Madame Danton's
White; there sneaked Blenkinshoff's Maltee; and that climbing on the
barrow was Sawyer's old Orange Billy; an impudent fraud that never had
had any financial backing;all to be remembered and kept in account。
This one's owner was sure pay; a dime a week; that one's doubtful。 There
was John Washee's Cat; that got only a small piece because John was in
arrears。 Then there was the saloon…keeper's collared and ribboned ratter;
which got an extra lump because the 'barkeep' was liberal; and the rounds…
man's Cat; that brought no cash; but got unusual consideration because the
meat…man did。 But there were others。 A black Cat with a white nose came
rushing confidently with the rest; only to be repulsed savagely。 Alas!
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Pussy did not understand。 She had been a pensioner of the barrow for
months。 Why this unkind change? It was beyond her comprehension。 But
the meat…man knew。 Her mistress had stopped payment。 The meat…man
kept no books but his memory; and it never was at fault。
Outside this patrician 'four hundred' about the barrow; were other Cats;
keeping away from the push…cart because they were not on the list; the
Social Register as it were; yet fascinated by the heavenly smell and the
faint possibility of accidental good luck。 Among these hangers…on was a
thin gray Slummer; a homeless Cat that lived by her witsslab…sided and
not over…clean。 One could see at a glance that she was doing her duty by a
family in some out…of…the…way corner。 She kept one eye on the barrow
circle and the other on the possible Dogs。 She saw a score of happy Cats
slink off with their delicious 'daily' and their tiger…like air; but no opening
for her; till a big Tom of her own class sprang on a little pensioner with
intent to rob。 The victim dropped the meat to defend herself against the
enemy; and before the 'all…powerful' could intervene; the gray Slummer
saw her chance; seized the prize; and was gone。
She went through the hole in Menzie's side door and over the wall at
the back; then sat down and devoured the lump of liver; licked her chops;
felt absolutely happy; and set out by devious ways to the rubbish…yard;
where; in the bottom of an old cracker…box; her family was awaiting her。 A
plaintive mewing reached her ears。 She went at speed and reached the box
to see a huge Black Tom…cat calmly destroying her brood。 He was twice as
big as she; but she went at him with all her strength; and he did as most
animals will do when caught wrong…doing; he turned and ran away。 Only
one was left; a little thing like its mother; but of more pronounced color
gray with black spots; and a white touch on nose; ears; and tail…tip。 There
can be no question of the mother's grief for a few days; but that wore off;
and all her care was for the survivor。 That benevolence was as far as
possible from the motives of the murderous old Tom there can be no doubt;
but he proved a blessing in deep disguise; for both mother and Kit were
visibly bettered in a short time。 The daily quest for food continued。 The
meat…man rarely proved a success; but the ash…cans were there; and if they
did not afford a meat…supply; at least they were sure to produce potato…
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skins that could be used to allay the gripe of hunger for another day。
One night the mother Cat smelt a wonderful smell that came from the
East River at the end of the alley。 A new smell always needs investigating;
and when it is attractive as well as new; there is but one course open。 It led
Pussy to the docks a block away; and then out on a wharf; away from any
cover but the night。 A sudden noise; a growl and a rush; were the first
notice she had that she was cut off by her old enemy; the Wharf Dog。
There was only one escape。 She leaped from the wharf to the vessel from
which the smell came。 The Dog could not follow; so when the fish…boat
sailed in the morning Pussy unwillingly went with her and was seen no
more。
II
The Slum Kitten waited in vain for her mother。 The morning came and
went。 She became very hungry。 Toward evening a deep…laid instinct drove
her forth to seek food。 She slunk out of the old box; and feeling her way
silently among the rubbish; she smelt everything that seemed eatable; but
without finding food。 At length she reached the wooden steps leading
down into Jap Malee's bird…store underground。 The door was open a little。
She wandered into a world of rank and curious smells and a number of
living things in cages all about her。 A negro was sitting idly on a box in a
corner。 He saw the little stranger enter and watched it curiously。 It
wandered past some Rabbits。 They paid no heed。 It came to a wide…barred
cage in which was a Fox。 The gentleman with the bushy tail was