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IV.

Wahb never was sweet-tempered like his baby sister, and the persecutions
by his numerous foes were making him more and more sour. Why could not
they let him alone in his misery? Why was every one against him? If only
he had his Mother back! If he could only have killed that Black-bear
that had driven him from his woods! It did not occur to him that some
day he himself would be big. And that spiteful Bobcat, that took
advantage of him; and the man that had tried to kill him. He did not
forget any of them, and he hated them all.

Wahb found his new range fairly good, because it was a good nut year. He
learned just what the Squirrels feared he would, for his nose directed
him to the little granaries where they had stored up great quantities
of nuts for winter's use. It was hard on the Squirrels, but it was good
luck for Wahb, for the nuts were delicious food. And when the days
shortened and the nights began to be frosty, he had grown fat and
well-favored.

He traveled over all parts of the canon now, living mostly in the higher
woods, but coming down at times to forage almost as far as the river.
One night as he wandered by the deep-water a peculiar smell reached his
nose. It was quite pleasant, so he followed it up to the water's edge.
It seemed to come from a sunken log. As he reached over toward this,