{"product_id":"brighty-of-the-grand-canyon-marguerite-henry-horseshoe-library","title":"Brighty: Of The Grand Canyon (Marguerite Henry Horseshoe Library)","description":"As the summer days passed, Brighty became Uncle Jim's steady companion in all his work. By and by he actually went on lion hunts.One cool, bracing morning in late July the very air seemed charged with expectancy. A heavy dew had drenched the earth, and lion scent promised to be sharp and clean.Everyone was eager to be off, Uncle Jim and his hounds and Brighty and the mules. But most excited of all were the special guests, President Theodore Roosevelt and his towheaded son, Quentin. They had come all the way from the capital city for Quentin's first cougar hunt.Just as gray dawn gave way to sunrise, the party took off. Brighty alone wore a warning bell, as he was the only animal young and tender enough for lions to attack.'Ah!' the President exclaimed as the company jog-trotted out of Uncle Jim's meadow. 'This is the way to live. Close to earth and sky.' Then he chuckled. 'With a dash of danger to give it spice!'There was no need for answer. Everyone was feeling the bigness of the morning -- hounds whiffing and carrying their tails well up, pack mules stepping out on a slack rope, and Brighty capering in the dew, as if this were the morning of the world.For a mile or so they wound through the forest toward the canyon rim, and as the trees gave way to thicket the youngest hound began yipping and running in circles.Quentin cantered up alongside Uncle Jim. 'Lion?''Nope,' snorted Uncle Jim. 'Rabbit!' Then he wheeled his mule, and with Brighty helping, drove the overeager pup back into the pack.Uncle Jim as he rode flung little pebbles that struck the earth a mere inch or so behind the hound. 'Less'n I have a nosebag of li'l bitty stones,' he called to Quentin, 'one o' the youngsters goes kitin' off on rabbits and upsets the hull pack.'With the pebbles to remind them, the hounds settled down to lion business in earnest, their noses lower than ever. They fanned out as they moved through the underbrush, scenting cold trails too old to puzzle out. And they came in again. And they scattered until Brighty was bewildered, not knowing which to tail.It was well toward noon when Old Bones, a bluetick hound, bayed the news that he had found fresh lion scent.'Hear 'im! Hear 'im!' Uncle Jim shouted to the pack.With a rush the others hit the line behind Bones and broke out in full cry. Their voices rang quivering in the air, and the very melody made Brighty's blood quicken.Instantly he was on his toes, flying with the pack, pounding along the forest duff, dodging tree trunks, jumping fallen logs, galloping along the rim. He could hear Uncle Jim whooping and hollering behind, and the air gone wild with hound music and mules snorting and hoofs beating. And under his chin his own tinkly bell adding to the tumult.Suddenly in the rimrock ahead the tawny body of a full-grown lion leaped from a tree and disappeared over the rim into a tangle of scrub oak. The pack was after him, a screaming stream of bodies, diving into the cover.Although the brush was heavy in shadow, Brighty, trotting along the rim, could see their tails waving him on. Their cries, too, stirred him with excitement. To him the hunt meant but two things -- keeping pace with the hounds or, better still, setting pace! He saw ahead a notch in the rim and flew toward it. And now he was scrambling down the notch through spiny undergrowth, picking his way carefully. All the while the hounds were coming along toward him. Now to outsmart them!Breath snorting in his nostrils, he skidded down the steep red cliffs, almost sitting on his haunches. He landed on a little shelf of rock that ran along the wall several hundred yards.As he minced along this ledge, he was enjoying the threeway race -- mules and men on the rim, hounds lower down thrashing through the cover, and lower still he, Brighty, tittuping along, sending little stones spitting into space.Meanwhile the mountain lion kept to cover, gliding through the close-growing oak on thickly padded feet. He ran with stealthy, flowing step, and th","brand":"Marguerite Henry","offers":[{"title":"Very good","offer_id":44274393874531,"sku":"32540-very-good","price":2.5,"currency_code":"KWD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0676\/0320\/2147\/files\/view_archive_6acdbc94-6697-4af2-aaf1-da949bd6f84b.jpg?v=1782096344","url":"https:\/\/qasralthaqafa.com\/products\/brighty-of-the-grand-canyon-marguerite-henry-horseshoe-library","provider":"Qasr Al-Thaqafa","version":"1.0","type":"link"}