of Whitefoot's nose and out of his mouth. Whitefoot began to gasp.
Then Farmer Brown's boy spread his coat close by the fire, rolled
Whitefoot up in his handkerchief and gently placed him on the coat.
For some time Whitefoot lay just gasping. But presently his breath
came easier, and after a while he was breathing naturally. But he
was too weak and tired to move, so he just lay there while Farmer
Brown's boy gently stroked his head and told him how sorry he was.

Little by little Whitefoot recovered his strength. At last he could
sit up, and finally he began to move about a little, although he was
still wobbly on his legs. Farmer Brown's boy put some bits of food
where Whitefoot could get them, and as he ate, Whitefoot's beautiful
soft eyes were filled with gratitude.



CHAPTER IX: Two Timid Persons Meet

Thus always you will meet life's test --
To do the thing you can do best.
- Whitefoot.

Jumper the Hare sat crouched at the foot of a tree in the Green Forest.
Had you happened along there, you would not have seen him. At least,
I doubt if you would. If you had seen him, you probably wouldn't
have known it. You see, in his white coat Jumper was so exactly
the color of the snow that he looked like nothing more than
a little heap of snow.

Just in front of Juniper was a little round hole. He gave it no