You see , that footprint was exactly like one of his own , only smaller . To Lightfoot it was a very wonderful footprint . He was quite sure that never had he seen such a dainty footprint . He forgot to drink . Instead , he began to search for other footprints , and presently he found them . Each was as dainty as that first one . Who could have made them ? That is what Lightfoot wanted to know and what he meant to find out . It was clear to him that there was a stranger in the Green Forest , and somehow he did n't resent it in the least . In fact , he was glad . He could n't have told why , but it was true . Lightfoot put his nose to the footprints and sniffed of them . Even had he not known by looking at those prints that they had been made by a stranger , his nose would have told him this . A great longing to find the maker of those footprints took possession of him . He lifted his handsome head and listened for some slight sound which might show that the stranger was near . With his delicate nostrils he tested the wandering little Night Breezes for a stray whiff of scent to tell him which way to go . But there was no sound and the wandering little Night Breezes told him nothing . Lightfoot followed the dainty footprints up the bank . There they disappeared , for the ground was hard . Lightfoot paused , undecided which way to go .
CHAPTER XXXII : XXXXX Sees The Stranger Lightfoot the Deer was unhappy .
Forest Lightfoot Night first footprint footprints nostrils possession prints sound