"Raw weather for the little fellows now!"
Said father, as though talking to himself,—
"Raw weather, and no home now!"—And off came
His warm old "waumus"; and in that he wrapped
The helpless little animals, and held
Them soft and warm against him as he could,—
And home we happy children followed him.—
Old "Ring" did not reach home till nearly dusk:
The mother-fox had led him a long chase—
"Yes, and a fool's chase, too!" he seemed to say,