His fur is of considerable value,
but he is hunted more for the purpose of getting rid of him than for
his fur. Sometimes when caught in a trap he will pick it up and
carry it for miles.
"Mrs. Glutton has two or three babies in the spring. They live
in a cave, but if a cave cannot be found, they use a hole in the
ground which Mrs. Glutton digs. It is usually well hidden and seldom
has been found by man. Glutton will eat any kind of flesh and seems
not to care whether it be freshly killed or so old that it is decayed.
The only way that hunters can protect their supplies is by covering
them with great logs. Even then Glutton will often tear the logs
apart to get at the supplies. Because of his great cunning, the
Indians think he is possessed of an evil spirit.
"I think this will do for to-day. To-morrow we will take up
another branch of the family, some members of which all of you
know. I wonder if it wouldn't be a good plan to have Shadow
the Weasel here."
Such a look of dismay as swept over the faces of all those little
people, with the exception of Jimmy Skunk and Prickly Porky! "If--
if--if you please, I don't think I'll come to-morrow morning," said
Danny Meadow Mouse.
"I--I--I think I shall be too busy at home and will have to miss
that lesson," said Striped Chipmunk.
Old Mother Nature smiled. "Don't worry, little folks," said she.
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