him a new voice; and this voice was very wonderful, for it sounded for
all the world like many voices, all yelping and howling at the same
time. After that, all Mr. Coyote had to do when he wanted to frighten
some one bigger and stronger than himself was to open his mouth and
send forth his new voice, which sounded like many voices.

"So he had plenty to eat from that time on. And all his children and
his children's children had that same wonderful voice, just as Old Man
Coyote has now. Chug-a-rum! Now scamper home, Peter Rabbit, and see
that you don't let Old Man Coyote's sharp wits get you into trouble."

"Thank you, Grandfather Frog!" cried Peter and scampered as fast as he
could go for the dear, safe Old Briar-patch.




IX

WHY MINER THE MOLE LIVES UNDER GROUND


Striped Chipmunk sat staring at a little ridge where the grass was
raised up. He had often seen little ridges like that without thinking
much about them. He knew that they were made by Miner the Mole. He had
known that ever since he was big enough to begin to ask questions. But
now as he looked at this one, it suddenly struck him that he had not
seen Miner the Mole more than once or twice in all his life.

"What a queer way of living!" thought Striped Chipmunk. "It's all very