Yet if he had only
known it, there wasn't a thing along the whole way to be afraid of.
You know it often happens that people are frightened more by what
they don't know than by what they do know.
CHAPTER XVI: Whitefoot Climbs A Tree
I'd rather be frightened With no cause for fear
Than fearful of nothing When danger is near.
- Whitefoot.
Whitefoot kept on going and going. Every time he thought that he
was so tired he must stop, he would think of Shadow the Weasel and
then go on again. By and by he became so tired that not even the
thought of Shadow the Weasel could make him go much farther. So he
began to look about for a safe hiding-place in which to rest.
Now the home which he had left had been a snug little room beneath
the roots of a certain old stump. There he had lived for a long
time in the greatest comfort. Little tunnels led to his storehouses
and up to the surface of the snow. It had been a splendid place
and one in which he had felt perfectly safe until Shadow the Weasel
had appeared. Had you seen him playing about there, you would have
thought him one of the little people of the ground, like his cousin
Danny Meadow Mouse.
Pages:
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53