rubbed it off on trees and bushes. The little rags you see are
what is left, but I will soon be rid of those. Then I shall be
ready to fight if need be and will fear no one save man, and will
fear him only when he has a terrible gun with him."

Lightfoot tossed his head proudly and rattled his wonderful
antlers against the nearest tree. "Isn't he handsome," whispered
Peter to Jumper the Hare; "and did you ever hear of anything so
wonderful as the growing of those new antlers in such a short
time? It is hard to believe, but I suppose it must be true."

"It is," replied Jumper, "and I tell you, Peter, I would hate to
have Lightfoot try those antlers on me, even though I were big as
a man. You've always thought of Lightfoot as timid and afraid,
but you should see him when he is angry. Few people care to face
him then."





CHAPTER IV: The Spirit Of Fear

When the days grow cold and the nights are clear,
There stalks abroad the spirit of fear.
- Lightfoot the Deer.

It is sad but true. Autumn is often called the sad time of the
year, and it is the sad time. But it shouldn't be. Old Mother
Nature never intended that it should be. She meant it to be the