to be left alone and would drive Redcoat away with a petulant snarl.
Then she began searching in the spruces where the old fox den had been. Soon she found a sheltered spot under a great rock, and here she began to dig. Redcoat tried to help her but she would have neither his company nor his help. After a week's time, she had finished a new burrow under the great rock. The man who dug out this fox family would have to first lift a five-ton boulder.
There, in the new burrow, in the darkness, under the great rock, four little fuzzy foxes were born. They were tiny, fluffy, blind, helpless things, that whimpered and nuzzled at their mother's flank; and this little wilderness mother was as wise and tender with them as a human mother could possibly have been.
We may wonder who taught her how to care for the little foxes. To snuggle them up and keep them warm, and feed them when they were hungry.
It was the great Mother Nature, who
