to his snug little nest, and there he lay, listening to the strange
sounds. At last he could stand it no longer and crept to a place
where he could peep out and see what was going on. It didn't take
him long to discover that this great two-legged creature was not
looking for him, and right away he felt better. After a while
Farmer Brown's boy went away, and Whitefoot had the little
sugar-house to himself again.

But Farmer Brown's boy had carelessly left the door wide open.
Whitefoot didn't like that open door. It made him nervous.
There was nothing to prevent those who hunt him from walking right in.
So the rest of that night Whitefoot felt uncomfortable and anxious.

He felt still more anxious when next day Farmer Brown's boy returned
and became very busy putting things to right. Then Farmer Brown
himself came and strange things began to happen. It became as warm
as in summer. You see Farmer Brown had built a fire under the
evaporator. Whitefoot's curiosity kept him at a place where he
could peep out and watch all that was done. He saw Farmer Brown and
Farmer Brown's boy pour pails of sap into a great pan. By and by a
delicious odor filled the sugar-house. It didn't take him a great
while to discover that these two-legged creatures were so busy that
he had nothing to fear from them, and so he crept out to watch. He
saw them draw the golden syrup from one end of the evaporator and
fill shining tin cans with it. Day after day they did the same
thing. At night when they had left and all was quiet inside the
sugar-house, Whitefoot stole out and found delicious crumbs where
they had eaten their lunch. He tasted that thick golden stuff and
found it sweet and good. Later he watched them make sugar and
nearly made himself sick that night when they had gone home, for