The scene is laid in the high Sierras, where trout-filled streams cascade down fragrant cedar slopes.
The author has turned natural science into story form. With the enterprising bear cub, we meet pine squirrels and painted chipmunks, the pika of the snow-clad peaks and the rattler of the sun-baked low-lands, the weasel and the wapiti, and have at least a glimpse of the cougar and the coyote.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I | Mother Brown Bear | [1] |
| II | The Cinnamon Cub | [5] |
| III | The Young Screech Owl | [8] |
| IV | With the Ranger’s Children | [12] |
| V | Fuzzy Runs Away | [16] |
| VI | The Coyotes | [19] |
| VII | The Spotted Fawn | [22] |
| VIII | Wild Playmates | [27] |
| IX | The Hunter | [31] |
| X | Tiny Folk and Their Troubles | [34] |
| XI | Chuck and Chipper | [38] |
| XII | Mother Chipmunk’s Adventure | [43] |
| XIII | The Home Under the Rock | [46] |
| XIV | The Cache | [50] |
| XV | The Pine Nuts | [54] |
| XVI | Fuzzy-Wuzz Plays Fate | [58] |
| XVII | Bucky, the Burro | [62] |
| XVIII | “As Stubborn as a Mule” | [66] |
| XIX | The Pinto Pony | [70] |
| XX | The Pack-Horse Trip | [75] |
| XXI | When the World Turned White | [79] |
| XXII | The Ring-Tailed Cat | [83] |
| XXIII | The Baby Canary | [87] |
| XXIV | “Jest an Ornery Pup” | [92] |
| XXV | A Regular Dog | [97] |
| XXVI | Chums | [101] |
| XXVII | Pretty Paws, the Pine Squirrel | [105] |
| XXVIII | The Rattlesnake Den | [110] |
| XXIX | Mother Brown Bear and the Bull | [115] |
| XXX | Pika of the Peaks | [121] |
| XXXI | Fuzzy and the Weasel | [125] |
| XXXII | Wapiti | [129] |
| XXXIII | Dapple Disappears | [133] |
| XXXIV | Dapple’s Secret | [136] |
| XXXV | Old Friends | [139] |
FUZZY-WUZZ
CHAPTER I
MOTHER BROWN BEAR
THE stars, twinkling like diamonds on a black velvet sky, looked down that night on a tender sight. A huge brown bear lay in the mouth of her cave in the rocks above the falls, nuzzling her babies to sleep.
A crafty old coyote also watched, his yellow eyes gleaming murderously at the tiny balls of fur. Soon, he told himself, the mother would have to go in search of her own supper, leaving the cubs asleep in the den. He licked his chops at the thought.
The littlest cub looked so tender and helpless! His cinnamon-brown fur, that matched the red-brown soil and the red-brown trunks of the pines, was still as fuzzy as a kitten’s.