Bowser was not afraid to be out at night as some folks are . Goodness , no ! In fact , on many a moonlight night Bowser had hunted Reddy Fox or Granny Fox all night long . Never once had he felt lonesome then . But now it was very , very different . You see , on those nights when he had hunted he always had known where he was . He had known that at any time he could go straight home if he wanted to . That made all the difference in the world . It would have been bad enough , being lost this way , had he been feeling at his best . Being lost always makes one feel terribly lonesome . Lonesomeness is one of the worst parts of the feeling of being lost . But added to this was the fact that Bowser was really not in fit condition to be out at all . He was wet , tired , lame and hungry . Do you wonder that he whimpered and whined as he limped along over the hard snow , and had n't the least idea whether he was headed towards home or deeper into the great woods ? For a long time he kept on until it seemed to him he could n't drag one foot after another . Then quite suddenly something big and dark loomed up in front of him . It really was n't as big as it seemed . It was a little house , a sugar camp , just such a one as Farmer Brown has near his home . Bowser crept to the door . It was closed .
XXXXX sniffed and sniffed and his heart sank , for there was no scent of human beings .
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