From that time on, the big raccoon made himself very much at home about the clearing.

A moment later Ringtail, the big raccoon, scrambled to the ground and set off in search of food.

Then Pal backed off, bleeding in several places, while the big raccoon, panting and disheveled, still stood with back against the tree.

In the wilderness, life is a serious business, yet the big raccoon enjoyed to the utmost the blessings which Providence had heaped upon him.

The first dull cold days, heavy with their hint of coming snow, found the big raccoon fat and sleepy, ready to go into winter quarters.