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Author: Ernest Thompson Seton

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WILD ANIMALS AT HOME

By the Same Author

THE BOOK OF WOODCRAFT AND INDIAN LORE

WILD ANIMALS I HAVE KNOWN

TWO LITTLE SAVAGES

BIOGRAPHY OF A GRIZZLY

LIFE HISTORIES OF NORTHERN ANIMALS

ROLF IN THE WOODS

THE FORESTERS' MANUAL

I. A Prairie-dog town

In N. Y. Zoo. Photo by E. T. Seton

Wild

Animals

At Home

by

Ernest Thompson Seton

Author of "Wild Animals I Have Known,"

"Two Little Savages, Biography of a Grizzly,"

"Life Histories of Northern Animals,"

"Rolf in the Woods, The Book of Woodcraft."

Head Chief of the

Woodcraft Indians

With over 150 Sketches and

Photographs by the Author

Garden City      New York

Doubleday, Page & Company

1923

Copyright, 1913, by

Ernest Thompson Seton

All rights reserved, including that of

translation into foreign languages,

including the Scandinavian

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES

AT

THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.

Foreword

My travels in search of light on the Animals at Home have taken me up and down the Rocky Mountains for nearly thirty years. In the canyons from British Columbia to Mexico, I have lighted my campfire, far beyond the bounds of law and order, at times, and yet I have found no place more rewarding than the Yellowstone Park, the great mountain haven of wild life.

Whenever travellers penetrate into remote regions where human hunters are unknown, they find the wild things half tame, little afraid of man, and inclined to stare curiously from a distance of a few paces. But very soon they learn that man is their most dangerous enemy, and fly from him as soon as he is seen. It takes a long time and much restraint to win back their confidence.

In the early days of the West, when game abounded and when fifty yards was the extreme deadly range of the hunter's weapons, wild creatures were comparatively tame. The advent of the rifle and of the lawless skin hunter soon turned all big game into fugitives of excessive shyness and wariness. One glimpse of a man half a mile off, or a whiff of him on the breeze, was enough to make a Mountain Ram or a Wolf run for miles, though formerly these creatures would have gazed serenely from a point but a hundred yards removed.

The establishment of the Yellowstone Park in 1872 was the beginning of a new era of protection for wild life; and, by slow degrees, a different attitude in these animals toward us. In this Reservation, and nowhere else at present in the northwest, the wild things are not only abundant, but they have resumed their traditional Garden-of-Eden attitude toward man.

They come out in the daylight, they are harmless, and they are not afraid at one's approach. Truly this is ideal, a paradise for the naturalist and the camera hunter.

The region first won fame for its Canyon, its Cataracts and its Geysers, but I think its animal life has attracted more travellers than even the landscape beauties. I know it was solely the joy of being among the animals that led me to spend all one summer and part of another season in the Wonderland of the West.

My adventures in making these studies among the fourfoots have been very small adventures indeed; the thrillers are few and far between. Any one can go and have the same or better experiences to-day. But I give them as they happened, and if they furnish no ground for hair-lifting emotions, they will at least show what I was after and how I went.

I have aimed to show something of the little aspects of the creatures' lives, which are those that the ordinary traveller will see; I go with him indeed, pointing out my friends as they chance to pass, adding a few comments that should make for a better acquaintance on all sides. And I have offered glimpses, wherever possible, of the wild thing in its home, embodying in these chapters the substance of many lectures given under the same title as this book.

The cover design is by my wife, Grace Gallatin Seton. She was with me in most of the experiences narrated and had a larger share in every part of the work than might be inferred from the mere text.

Ernest Thompson Seton.

Contents

PAGE

I. The Cute Coyote1

An Exemplary Little Beast, My Friend the Coyote3

The Prairie-dog Outwitted5

The Coyote's Sense of Humour8

His Distinguishing Gift11

The Coyote's Song13

II. The Prairie-dog and His Kin17

Merry Yek-Yek and His Life of Troubles19

The Whistler in the Rocks22

The Pack-rat and His Museum23

A Free Trader25

The Upheaver—The Mole-Gopher27

III. Famous Fur-bearers—Fox, Marten, Beaver and Otter29

The Most Wonderful Fur in the World32

The Poacher and the Silver Fox35

The Villain in Velvet—The Marten47

The Industrious Beaver48

The Dam51

The Otter and His Slide52

IV. Horns and Hoofs and Legs of Speed55

The Bounding Blacktail57

The Mother Blacktail's Race for Life59

The Blacktail's Safety Is in the Hills62

The Elk or Wapiti—The Noblest of all Deer63

Stalking a Band of Elk64

The Bugling Elk66

Snapping a Charging Bull69

The Hoodoo Cow72

The Moose—The Biggest of all Deer75

My Partner's Moose-hunt76

The Siren Call77

The Biggest of Our Game—The Buffalo80

The Shrunken Range81

The Doomed Antelope and His Heliograph83

The Rescued Bighorn85

V. Bats in the Devil's Kitchen89

VI. The Well-meaning Skunk95

His Smell-gun98

The Cruelty of Steel Traps99

Friendliness of the Skunk100

Photographing Skunks at Short Range101

We Share the Shanty with the Skunks103

The Skunk and the Unwise Bobcat104

My Pet Skunks106

VII. Old Silver-grizzle—The Badger111

The Valiant Harmless Badger112

His Sociable Bent115

The Story of the Kindly Badger116

The Evil One118

The Badger that Rescued the Boy119

Finding the Lost One123

Home Again125

The Human Brute129

VIII. The Squirrel and His Jerky-tail Brothers133

The Cheeky Pine Squirrel134

Chipmunks and Ground-squirrels137

The Ground-squirrel that Plays Picket-pin137

Chink and the Picket-pins139

Chipmunks141

The Ground-squirrel that Pretends It's a Chipmunk142

A Four-legged Bird—The Northern Chipmunk143

A Striped Pigmy—The Least Chipmunk147

IX. The Rabbits and Their Habits151

Molly Cottontail—The Clever Freezer152

The Rabbit that Wears Snowshoes154

The Terror of the Mountain Trails156

Bunny's Ride158

The Rabbit Dance160

The Ghost Rabbit163

A Narrow-gauge Mule—The Prairie Hare164

The Bump of Moss that Squeaks165

The Weatherwise Coney169

His Safety Is in the Rocks171

X. Ghosts of the Campfire175

The Jumping Mouse177

The Calling Mouse179

XI. Sneak-cats, Big and Small185

The Bobcat or Mountain Wildcat186

Misunderstood—The Canada Lynx187

The Shyest Thing in the Woods189

The Time I Met a Lion191

In Peril of My Life194

The Dangerous Night Visitor196

XII. Bears of High and Low Degree201

The Different Kinds of Bears202

Bear-trees203

A Peep Into Bear Family Life204

The Day at the Garbage Pile208

Lonesome Johnny210

Further Annals of the Sanctuary210

The Grizzly and the Can216

Appendix: Mammals of Yellowstone Park221

List of Half-tone Plates

A Prairie-dog town Frontispiece

FACING PAGE

Chink's adventures with the Coyote and the Picket-pin 8

(a) The Whistler watching me from the rocks (b) A young Whistler 9

Red Fox 32

Foxes quarrelling 33

Beaver 48

Mule-deer 49

Blacktail Family 60

Blacktail mother with her twins 61

A young investigator among the Deer at Fort Yellowstone 64

Elk in Wyoming 65

Elk on the Yellowstone in Winter 68

The first shots at the Hoodoo Cow 69

The last shots at the Hoodoo Cow 76

Elk on the Yellowstone 77

Moose—The Widow 80

Buffalo groups 81

Near Yellowstone Gate 84

Mountain Sheep on Mt. Evarts 85

Track record of Bobcat's adventure with a Skunk 98

The six chapters of the Bobcat's adventure 102

My tame Skunks 103

Red-squirrel storing mushrooms for winter use 134

Chink stalking the Picket-pin 135

The Snowshoe Hare is a cross between a Rabbit and a Snowdrift 150

The Cottontail freezing 151

The Baby Cottontail that rode twenty miles in my hat 162

Snowshoe Rabbits dancing in the light of the lantern 163

Snowshoe Rabbits fascinated by the lantern 170

The Ghost Rabbit 171

The Coney or Calling Hare 178

The Coney barns full of hay stored for winter use 179

(a) Tracks of Deer escaping and (b) Tracks of Mountain Lion in pursuit 186

The Mountain Lion sneaking around us as we sleep 187

Sketch of the Bear Family as made on the spot 198

Two pages from my journal in the garbage heap 199

While I sketched the Bears, a brother camera-hunter was stalking me without my knowledge 206

One meets the Bears at nearly every turn in the woods 207

The shyer ones take to a tree, if one comes too near 210

Clifford B. Harmon feeding a Bear 211

The Bears at feeding time 218

(a) Tom Newcomb pointing out the bear's mark, (b) E. T. Seton feeding a Bear 219

Johnnie Bear: his sins and his troubles 222

Johnnie happy at last 223

I

The Cute Coyote

I

The Cute Coyote

AN EXEMPLARY LITTLE BEAST, MY FRIEND THE COYOTE

If you draw a line around the region that is, or was, known as the Wild West, you will find that you have exactly outlined the kingdom of the Coyote. He is even yet found in every part of it, but, unlike his big brother the Wolf, he never frequented the region known as Eastern America.

This is one of the few wild creatures that you can see from the train. Each time I have come to the Yellowstone Park I have discovered the swift gray form of the Coyote among the Prairie-dog towns along the River flat between Livingstone and Gardiner, and in the Park itself have seen him nearly every day, and heard him every night without exception.

Coyote (pronounced Ky-o'-tay, and in some regions Ky-ute) is a native Mexican contribution to the language, and is said to mean halfbreed, possibly suggesting that the Coyote looks like a cross between the Fox and the Wolf. Such an origin would be a very satisfactory clue to his character, for he does seem to unite in himself every possible attribute in the mental make-up of the other two that can contribute to his success in life.

He is one of the few Park animals not now protected, for the excellent reasons, first that he is so well able to protect himself, second he is even already too numerous, third he is so destructive among the creatures that he can master. He is a beast of rare cunning; some of the Indians call him God's dog or Medicine dog. Some make him the embodiment of the Devil, and some going still further, in the light of their larger experience, make the Coyote the Creator himself seeking amusement in disguise among his creatures, just as did the Sultan in the Arabian Nights.

The naturalist finds the Coyote interesting for other reasons. When you see that sleek gray and yellow form among the mounds of the Prairie-dog, at once creating a zone of blankness and silence by his very presence as he goes, remember that he is hunting for something to eat; also, that there is another, his mate, not far away. For the Coyote is an exemplary and moral little beast who has only one wife; he loves her devotedly, and they fight the life battle together. Not only is there sure to be a mate close by, but that mate, if invisible, is likely to be playing a game, a very clever game as I have seen it played.

Furthermore, remember there is a squealing brood of little Coyotes in the home den up on a hillside a mile or two away. Father and mother must hunt continually and successfully to furnish their daily food. The dog-towns are their game preserves, but how are they to catch a Prairie-dog! Every one knows that though these little yapping Ground-squirrels will sit up and bark at an express train but twenty feet away, they scuttle down out of sight the moment a man, dog or Coyote enters into the far distant precincts of their town; and downstairs they stay in the cyclone cellar until after a long interval of quiet that probably proves the storm to be past. Then they poke their prominent eyes above the level, and, if all is still, will softly hop out and in due course, resume their feeding.

THE PRAIRIE-DOG OUTWITTED

This is how the clever Coyote utilizes these habits. He and his wife approach the dog-town unseen. One Coyote hides, then the other walks forward openly into the town. There is a great barking of all the Prairie-dogs as they see their enemy approach, but they dive down when he is amongst them. As soon as they are out of sight the second Coyote rushes forward and hides near any promising hole that happens to have some sort of cover close by. Meanwhile, Coyote number one strolls on. The Prairie-dogs that he scared below come up again. At first each puts up the top of his head merely, with his eyes on bumps, much like those of a hippopotamus, prominent and peculiarly suited for this observation work from below, as they are the first things above ground. After a brief inspection, if all be quiet, he comes out an inch more. Now he can look around, the coast is clear, so he sits up on the mound and scans his surroundings.

Yes! Ho! Ho! he sees his enemy, that hated Coyote, strolling away off beyond the possibility of doing harm. His confidence is fully restored as the Coyote gets smaller in the distance and the other Prairie-dogs coming out seem to endorse his decision and give him renewed confidence. After one or two false starts, he sets off to feed. This means go ten or twenty feet from the door of his den, for all the grass is eaten off near home.