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Ernest Thompson Seton
The Biography of a Silver-Fox; or, Domino Reynard of Goldur Town
Published by Good Press, 2022
EAN 4064066353902
Table of Contents
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Footnote
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The purpose is to show the man-world how the fox-world lives—and above all to advertise and emphasize the beautiful monogamy of the better-class Fox. The psychologically important incidents in this are from life, although the story is constructive and the fragments from many different regions.
List of
Full-Page Drawings
Domino’s Early Homessss1“The Beast”ssss1“Beauty”53“Snowyruff”87“Domino was there on the bank, watching”97“‘In the desert no one meets a friend’”113Domino and the Muskrat147The Weird Ceremony165The Death Ride201The Epilogue207
Part I
EARLY DAYS
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HIS EARLY HOME
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The den door was hidden in the edge of the pine thicket, but the family was out now in the open, to romp and revel in the day’s best hour.
The mother was there, the central figure of the group, the stillest, and yet the most tensely alive. The little ones, in the woolly stage, were romping and playing with the abandon of fresh young life that knows no higher power than mother, and knows that power is wholly in their service, that, therefore, all the world is love. Thus they romped and wrestled in spirit of unbounded glee, racing with one another, chasing flies and funny-bugs, making hazardous investigations of bumble-bees, laboring with frightful energy to catch the end of mother’s tail or to rob a brother of some utterly worthless, ragged remnant of a long-past meal, playing the game for the game, not for the stake. Any excuse was good enough for the joy of working off the surplus vim.
The prize of all, the ball of the ball-game and the “tag” in the game of catch, was a dried duck-wing. It had been passed around and snatched a dozen times, but the sprightliest cub, a dark-looking little chap, with a black band across his eyes, seized it and, defying all, raced round and round until the rest gave up pursuit, losing interest in the game they could not win; only then did he drop the wing and at once achieved a new distinction by actually catching mother’s tail. He tugged at it till she freed herself and upset him by a sudden jump.