dreadful, but which will keep him from hunting me for a while and trying
to drive me out of the Old Pasture."

Now all this time Peter had been trying to find little Miss Fuzzytail.
He was already in love with her, although all he had seen of her were
her two soft, gentle eyes, shyly peeping at him from behind a big fern.
He had wandered here and sauntered there, looking for her, but although
he found her footprints very often, she always managed to keep out of
his sight, You see, she knew the Old Pasture so much better than he did,
and all the little paths in it, that she had very little trouble in
keeping out of his way. Then, too, she was very busy, for it was she who
was keeping her cross father, Old Jed Thumper, away from Peter, because
she was so sorry for Peter. But Peter didn't know this. If he had, I am
afraid that he would have been more in love than ever.

The harder she was to find, the more Peter wanted to find her. He spent
a great deal of time each day brushing his coat and making himself look
as fine as he could, and while he was doing it, he kept wishing over and
over again that something would happen so that he could show little Miss
Fuzzytail what a smart, brave fellow he really was.

But one day followed another, and Peter seemed no nearer than ever to
meeting little Miss Fuzzytail. He was thinking of this one morning and
was really growing very down-hearted, as he sat under a friendly
bramble-bush, when suddenly there was a sharp little scream of fright
from behind a little juniper-tree.

Somehow Peter knew whose voice that was, although he never had heard it
before. He sprang around the little juniper-tree, and what he saw filled
him with such rage that he didn't once stop to think of himself. There