it, lighting the pasture for rods around, then it would quickly die down, only to leap forth again sending up a shower of tiny stars. It was a weird, wild spectacle and it filled the young foxes with wonder and dread. The old fox could not fully explain to them what it was. He merely intimated that it was a utility of man and something that foxes should keep away from.
The following Summer, when Redcoat was a year and a half old, six or eight Boy Scouts came to the Holcome pasture to camp. First they set up a small, square, white house in which they lived while they were there. Then, as night came on, they kindled the Red Flower and set its bright beams glancing into the darkness. For a long time they sat about the campfire laughing, talking and singing, all of which was very strange to Redcoat who was watching and listening from his lookout. When the boys had all disappeared in the small white house and the Red Flower had died down, Redcoat crept down to the camp to investigate. He went close up to the place where
