You see , Old Man Coyote knew the way back . He would take his time about getting there , for it really made no particular difference to him when he reached home . He felt sure he would be able to find something to eat on the way . But with Bowser it was very different . Poor Bowser did n't know where he was . It would have been bad enough under any circumstances to have been lost , but to be lost and at the same time tired almost to death , bruised and lame , wet and chilled through , was almost too much to bear . He had n't the least idea which way to turn . He could n't climb up the bank to find his own trail and follow it back home if he wanted to . You see , that bank was very steep for some distance in each direction , and so it was impossible for Bowser to climb it . For a few minutes he stood shivering , shaking and whimpering , not knowing which way to turn . Then he started down the river on the ice , for he knew he would freeze if he continued to stand still . He limped badly because one leg had been hurt in his fall . After a while he came to a place where he could get up on the bank . It was in the midst of deep woods and a very , very lonely place . Hard crusted snow covered the ground , but it was better than walking on the ice and for this Bowser was thankful . Which way should he turn ? Where should he go ? Night was coming on ; he was wet , cold and hungry , and as utterly lost as ever a dog was . Poor Bowser ! For a minute or two he sat down and howled from sheer lonesomeness and discouragement .
How he did wish he had left Old Man XXXXX alone !
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