of all this he is a happy little chap.

It was early in the winter that Whitefoot found a little hole in a
corner of Farmer Brown's sugar-house and crept inside to see what it
was like in there. It didn't take him long to decide that it was
the most delightful place he ever had found. He promptly decided to
move in and spend the winter. In one end of the sugar-house was
a pile of wood. Down under this Whitefoot made himself a warm,
comfortable nest. It was a regular castle to Whitefoot. He moved
over to it the store of seeds he had laid up for winter use.

Not one of his enemies ever thought of visiting the sugar-house in
search of Whitefoot, and they wouldn't have been able to get in if
they had. When rough Brother North Wind howled outside, and sleet
and snow were making other little people shiver, Whitefoot was warm
and comfortable. There was all the room he needed or wanted in
which to run about and play. He could go outside when he chose to,
but he didn't choose to very often. For days at a time he didn't
have a single fright. Yes indeed, Whitefoot spent a happy winter.



CHAPTER II: Whitefoot Sees Queer Things

Whitefoot had spent the winter undisturbed in Farmer Brown's
sugar-house. He had almost forgotten the meaning of fear. He had
come to look on that sugar-house as belonging to him. It wasn't
until Farmer Brown's boy came over to prepare things for sugaring
that Whitefoot got a single real fright. The instant Farmer Brown's
boy opened the door, Whitefoot scampered down under the pile of wood