<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>THE SKUNKS AND THE OVEN-BIRD'S NEST</h2>
<p>The Skunks did not go into society at
all. They were very unpopular, and
so many people feared or disliked them
that nobody would invite them to a party.
Indeed, if they had been invited to a
party and had gone, the other guests
would have left at once. The small people
of the forest feared them because they
were meat-eaters, and the larger ones disliked
them because of their disagreeable
habits. The Skunks were handsome and
quiet, but they were quick-tempered, and
as soon as one of them became angry he
threw a horrible smelling liquid on the
people who displeased him. It was not
only horrible smelling, but it made those<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</SPAN></span>
who had to smell it steadily quite sick,
and would, indeed, have killed them if
they had not kept in the fresh air. If
a drop of this liquid got on to a person,
even his wife and children had to keep
away from him for a long time.</p>
<p>And the Skunks were so unreasonable.
They would not stop to see what was the
real trouble, but if anybody ran into them
by mistake in the darkness, they would
just as likely as not throw the liquid at
once. Among themselves they seemed to
be quite happy. There were from six to
ten children born at a time in each family.
These children lived in the burrow with
their father and mother until the next
spring, sleeping steadily through the coldest
weather of winter, and only awakening
when it was warm enough for them to
enjoy life. When spring came, the children
found themselves grown-up and went
off to live their own lives in new holes,
while their mothers took care of the six<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</SPAN></span>
or seven or eight or nine or ten new
babies.</p>
<p>There was one very interesting Skunk
family in the forest, with the father,
mother, and eight children living in one
hole. No two of them were marked in
exactly the same way, although all were
stoutly built, had small heads, little round
ears, and beautiful long tails covered with
soft, drooping hair. Their fur was rather
long and handsome and they were dark
brown or black nearly all over. Most of
them had a streak of white on the forehead,
a spot of it on the neck, some on the
tail, and a couple of stripes of it on their
backs. One could see them quite easily
by starlight on account of the white fur.</p>
<p>The Skunks were really very proud of
their white stripes and spots. "It is not
so much having the white fur," Mrs.
Skunk had been heard to say, "as it is
having it where all can see it. Most
animals wear the dark fur on their backs<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</SPAN></span>
and the light on their bellies, and that is
to make them safer from enemies. But
we dare to wear ours in plain sight. <i>We</i>
are never afraid."</p>
<p>And what she said was true, although
it hardly seemed modest for her to talk
about it in that way. It would have been
more polite to let other people tell how
brave her family were. Perhaps, however,
if somebody else had been telling it,
he would have said that part of their
courage was rudeness.</p>
<p>Father Skunk always talked to his children
as his father had talked to him, and
probably as his grandfather had also
talked when he was raising a family.
"Never turn out of your way for anybody,"
said he. "Let the other fellow
step aside. Remember that, no matter
whom you meet and no matter how large
the other people may be. If they see
you, they will get out of your path, and if
they can't it is not your fault. Don't<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</SPAN></span>
speak to them and don't hurry. Always
take your time."</p>
<p>Father Skunk was slow and stately. It
was a sight worth seeing when he started
off for a night's ramble, walking with a slow
and measured gait and carrying his fine tail
high over his back. He always went by
himself. "One is company, two is a
crowd," he would say as he walked away.
When they were old enough, the young
Skunks began to walk off alone as soon
as it was dark. Mother Skunk also went
alone, and perhaps she had the best time
of all, for it was a great rest not to have
eight babies tumbling over her back and
getting under her feet and hanging on
to her with their thirty-two paws, and
sometimes even scratching her with their
one hundred and sixty claws. They still
slept through the days in the old hole, so
they were together much of the time, but
they did not hunt in parties, as Raccoons
and Weasels do.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>One of the brothers had no white whatever
on his tail, so they called him the
Black-tailed Skunk. He had heard in
some way that there was an Ovenbird's
nest on the ground by the fern bank, and
he made up his mind to find it the very
next night and eat the eggs which were
inside.</p>
<p>Another brother was called the Spotted
Skunk, because the spot on his neck was
so large. He had found the Ovenbird's
nest himself, while on his way home in
the early morning. He would have liked
to rob it then, but he had eaten so much
that night that he thought it better to
wait.</p>
<p>So it happened that when the family
awakened the next night two of the children
had important plans of their own.
Neither of them would have told for anything,
but they couldn't quite keep from
hinting about it as they made themselves
ready to go out.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Aha!" said the Black-tailed Skunk.
"I know something you don't know."</p>
<p>"Oh, tell us!" cried four or five of the
other children, while the Spotted Skunk
twisted his head and said, "You don't
either!"</p>
<p>"I do too!" replied the Black-tailed
Skunk.</p>
<p>"Children! Children!" exclaimed Mrs.
Skunk, while their father said that he
couldn't see where his children got their
quarrelsome disposition, for none of his
people had ever contradicted or disputed.
His wife told him that she really thought
them very good, and that she was sure they
behaved much better than most Skunks of
their age. Then their father walked off
in his most stately manner, putting his
feet down almost flat, and carrying his tail
a little higher than usual.</p>
<p>"I do know something that you don't,"
repeated the Black-tailed Skunk, "and
it's something nice, too."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Aw!" said the Spotted Skunk. "I
don't believe it, and I don't care anyhow."</p>
<p>"I know you don't know, and I know
you'd want to know if you knew what I
know," said the Black-tailed Skunk, who
was now getting so excited that he could
hardly talk straight.</p>
<p>"Children!" exclaimed their mother.
"Not another word about that. I do
wish you would wake up good-natured."</p>
<p>"He started it," said the Spotted
Skunk, "and we're not quarrelling anyhow.
But I guess he'd give a good deal
to know where I'm going."</p>
<p>"Children!" repeated their mother.
"Go at once. I will not have you talking
in this way before your brothers and
sisters. Do not stop to talk, but go!"</p>
<p>So the two brothers started out for the
night and each thought he would go a
roundabout way to fool the other. The
Black-tailed Skunk went to the right, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</SPAN></span>
the Spotted Skunk went to the left, but
each of them, you know, really started to
rob the Ovenbird's nest. It was a very
dark night. Even the stars were all hidden
behind thick clouds, and one could
hardly see one's forepaws while walking.
But, of course, the night-prowlers of the
forest are used to this, and four-footed
people are not so likely to stumble and
fall as two-footed ones. Besides, young
Skunks have to remember where logs and
stumps of trees are, just as other people
have to remember their lessons.</p>
<p>So it happened that, while Mrs. Ovenbird
was sleeping happily with her four
eggs safe and warm under her breast, two
people were coming from different ways
to rob her. Such a snug nest as it was!
She had chosen a tiny hollow in the
fern bank and had cunningly woven dry
grasses and leaves into a ball-shaped nest,
which fitted neatly into the hollow and
had a doorway on one side.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The Black-tailed Skunk sneaked up to
the nest from one side. The Spotted
Skunk sneaked up from the other side.
Once the Black-tailed Skunk thought he
heard some other creature moving toward
him. At the same minute the Spotted
Skunk thought he heard somebody, so he
stopped to listen. Neither heard anything.
Mrs. Ovenbird was sure that she
heard a leaf rustle outside, and it made
her anxious until she remembered that a
dead twig might have dropped from the
beech-tree overhead and hit the dry leaves
below.</p>
<p>Slowly the two brothers crept toward
the nest and each other. They moved
very quietly, because each wanted to catch
the mother-bird if he could. Close to the
nest hollow they crouched and sprang
with jaws open and sharp teeth ready to
bite. There was a sudden crashing of
leaves and ferns. The two brothers had
sprung squarely at each other, each was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</SPAN></span>
bitten, growled, and ran away. And how
they did run! It is not often, you know,
that Skunks go faster than a walk, but
when they are really scared they move
very, very swiftly.</p>
<p>Mrs. Ovenbird felt her nest roof crush
down upon her for a minute as two people
rolled and growled outside. Then
she heard them running away in different
directions and knew that she was safe, for
a time at least. In the morning she repaired
her nest and told her bird friends
about it. They advised her to take her
children away as soon as possible after
they were hatched. "If the Skunks have
found your nest," they said, "you may
have another call from them."</p>
<p>When the Black-tailed Skunk came
stealing home in the first faint light just
before sunrise, he found the Spotted
Skunk telling the rest of the family how
some horrible great fierce beast had
pounced upon him in the darkness and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</SPAN></span>
bitten him on the shoulder. "It was so
dark," said he, "that I couldn't see him at
all, but I am sure it must have been a Bear."</p>
<p>They turned to tell the Black-tailed
Skunk about his brother's misfortune, and
saw that he limped badly. "Did the
Bear catch you, too?" they cried.</p>
<p>"Yes," answered he. "It must have
been a Bear. It was so big and strong
and fierce. But I bit him, too. I wouldn't
have run away from him, only he was so
much bigger than I."</p>
<p>"That was just the way with me," said
the Spotted Skunk. "I wouldn't have
run if he hadn't been so big."</p>
<p>"You should have thrown liquid on
him," said their father. "Then he would
have been the one to run."</p>
<p>The brothers hung their heads. "We
never thought," they cried. "We think
it must have been because we were so
surprised and didn't see him coming."</p>
<p>"Well," said their father sternly, "I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</SPAN></span>
suppose one must be patient with children,
but such unskunklike behavior makes
me very much ashamed of you both."
Then the two bitten brothers went to
bed in disgrace, although their mother
was sorry for them and loved them, as
mothers will do, even when their children
are naughty or cowardly.</p>
<p>One night, some time later, these two
brothers happened to meet down by the
fern bank. It was bright moonlight and
they stopped to visit, for both were feeling
very good-natured. The Black-tailed
Skunk said: "Come with me and I'll show
you where there is an Ovenbird's nest."</p>
<p>"All right," answered the Spotted
Skunk, "and then I'll show you one."</p>
<p>"I've just been waiting for a bright
night," said the Black-tailed Skunk, "because
I came here once in the dark and
had bad luck."</p>
<p>"It was near here," said the Spotted
Skunk, "that I was bitten by the Bear."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>They stopped beside a tiny hollow.
"There is the nest," said the Black-tailed
Skunk, pointing with one of his long
forefeet.</p>
<p>"Why, that is the one I meant," exclaimed
the Spotted Skunk.</p>
<p>"I found it first," said the Black-tailed
Skunk, "and I'd have eaten the eggs
before if that Bear hadn't bitten me."</p>
<p>Just at that minute the two Skunks
had a new idea. "We do believe," cried
they, "that we bit each other!"</p>
<p>"We certainly did," said the Spotted
Skunk.</p>
<p>"But we'll never tell," said the Black-tailed
Skunk.</p>
<p>"Now," they added together, "let's
eat everything."</p>
<p>But they didn't. In fact, they didn't
eat anything, for the eggs were hatched,
and the young birds had left the nest
only the day before.</p>
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