These wonderful, exciting, and endearing children's stories are perfect bedtime reading for animal-loving kids, and they are not to be missed by adoring fans and collectors of Seton's marvellous work. Contents: "The Slum Cat," "Arnaux: The Chronicle of the Homing Pigeon," "Badlands Billy," "The Wolfthat Won," "The Boy and the Lynx," "Little Warhorse," "The History of a Jackrabbit," "Snap: The Story of a Bull-terrier," "The Winnipeg Wolf," "The Legend of the White Reindeer," etc. Ernest Thompson Seton (1860 - 1946) was an English-born Canadian author and wildlife artist who founded the Woodcraft Indians in 1902. He was also among the founding members of the Boy Scouts of America, established in 1910. He wrote profusely on this subject, the most notable of his scouting literature including "The Birch Bark Roll" and the "Boy Scout Handbook." Many vintage books such as this are becoming increasingly scarce and expensive. We are republishing this book now in an affordable, modern, high-quality edition complete with a specially-commissioned new biography of the author.Eight stories detailing the struggle for existence of such animals as a slum cat, a homing pigeon, a wolf, a lynx, and a reindeer.

    D. Roberts, we follow the adventures of the titular Red Fox as he grows up and takes on the Canadian wilderness. Curious and intelligent, Red Fox learns valuable life lessons and survival skills from his encounters with the animals around him, including the humans on local farms - skills which ultimately end up saving his life in situations where other foxes have perished.Roberts sets out to make Red Fox and the animal world around him more understandable and relatable to readers through the use of vivid, expressive detail and a thoroughly engaging story, and in doing so encourages awareness of the misunderstanding and cruelty which is sometimes involved in humanities relationship with wild animals.Excerpt:Chapter I."The price of his life"Two voices, a mellow, bell-like baying and an excited yelping, came in chorus upon the air of the April dawn. The musical and irregularly blended cadence, now swelling, now diminishing, seemed a fit accompaniment to the tender, thin-washed colouring of the landscape which lay spread out under the gray and lilac lights of approaching sunrise. The level country, of mixed woodland and backwoods farm, still showed a few white patches here and there where the snow lingered in the deep hollows; but all over the long, wide southward-facing slope of the uplands, with their rough woods broken by occasional half-cleared, hillocky pastures, the spring was more advanced. Faint green films were beginning to show on the birch and poplar thickets, and over the pasture hillocks; and every maple hung forth a rosy veil that seemed to imitate the flush of morning.[...]