He went
outside, and got some branches of hemlock and threw these in a little
pile over the box. After this he scattered some crumbs just outside.
Late that night Whitefoot did come back. The crumbs led him to the
old box. He crept inside. There was his snug little home! All in
a second Whitefoot understood, and trust and happiness returned.
CHAPTER VI: A Very Careless Jump
Whitefoot once more was happy. When he found his snug little nest
and his store of food under that old box in the darkest corner of
Farmer Brown's sugar-house, he knew that Farmer Brown's boy must
have placed them there. It was better than the old place under the
woodpile. It was the best place for a home Whitefoot ever had had.
It didn't take him long to change his mind about leaving the little
sugar-house. Somehow he seemed to know right down inside that his
home would not again be disturbed.
So he proceeded to rearrange his nest and to put all his supplies
of food in one corner of the old box. When everything was placed
to suit him he ventured out, for now that he no longer feared
Farmer Brown's boy he wanted to see all that was going on.
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