Bowser the Hound

OLD MAN COYOTE GIVES OUT DARK HINTS

    A little hint dropped there or here,
    Is like a seed in spring of year;
    It sprouts and grows, and none may say
    How big ’twill be some future day.

    Bowser the Hound.

After leading Bowser the Hound far, far away and getting him lost in strange country, Old Man Coyote trotted back to the Old Pasture, the Green Forest, and the Green Meadows near Farmer Brown’s.  He didn’t have any trouble at all in finding his way back.  You see, all the time he was leading Bowser away, he himself was using his eyes and taking note of where he was going.  You can’t lose Old Man Coyote.  No, Sir, you can’t lose Old Man Coyote, and it is of no use to try.

So, stopping two or three times to hunt a little by the way, Old Man Coyote trotted back.  He managed to pick up a good meal on the way, and when at last he reached his home in the Old Pasture he was feeling very well satisfied with the Great World in general and himself in particular.

He grinned as only Old Man Coyote can grin.  “I don’t think any of us will be bothered by that meddlesome Bowser very soon again,” said he, as he crept into his house for a nap.  “If he had drowned in that river, I shouldn’t have cried over it.  But even as it is, I don’t think he will get back here in a hurry.  I must pass the word along.”

So a day or so later, when Sammy Jay happened along, Old Man Coyote asked him, in quite a matter-of-fact way, if he had seen anything of Bowser the Hound for a day or two.

“Why do you ask?” said Sammy sharply.

Old Man Coyote grinned slyly.  “For no reason at all, Sammy.  For no reason at all,” he replied.  “It just popped into my head that I hadn’t heard Bowser’s voice for two or three days.  It set me to wondering if he is sick, or if anything has happened to him.”

That was enough to start Sammy Jay straight for Farmer Brown’s dooryard.  Of course Bowser wasn’t to be seen.  Sammy hung around and watched.  Twice he saw Farmer Brown’s boy come to the door with a worried look on his face and heard him whistle and call for Bowser.  Then there wasn’t the slightest doubt in Sammy’s mind that something had happened to Bowser.

“Old Man Coyote knows something about it, too,” muttered Sammy, as he turned his head on one side and scratched his pointed cap thoughtfully.  “He can’t fool me.  That old rascal knows where Bowser is, or what has happened to him, and I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he had something to do with it.  I almost know he did from the way he grinned.”

The day was not half over before all through the Green Forest and over the Green Meadows had spread the report that Bowser the Hound was no more.