At once he began to use that wonderful nose of his searching for the scent of that farmer.
Then, when the scent was strong, he gave tongue so fast that you wondered how he had breath enough left to run.
Bowser sniffed and sniffed and his heart sank, for there was no scent of human beings.
He wouldn't admit it even to himself, for when he is hunting he will keep on until he drops if his wonderful nose can still catch the scent of the one he is following.
Bowser was so interested in the chase of Old Man Coyote that he paid no attention whatever to anything but the warm scent of Old Man Coyote which the latter was taking pains to leave.
Always in his nose was the tantalizing scent of Old Man Coyote.
You see, in the joy of being found, he had forgotten that he still carried that dreadful scent with which Jimmy Skunk had punished him, and so no one, not even his mother or sister, would want him very near.
When[196] they returned, Boxer had been gone so long that Mother Bear's nose failed to find enough of his scent to follow.
He knew that probably Boxer knew nothing at all about Jimmy Skunk and never had heard of that little bag of scent carried by[190] Jimmy and dreaded by all of Jimmy's neighbors.
"You must learn to know the meaning of every scent that reaches your nose, of every sound that reaches your ears, of everything you see, for only by such knowledge can you keep out of danger.
Walking in the water, she left no scent in her tracks.
And all the time Jimmy Skunk kept moving toward old Granny Fox and Granny Fox kept backing away, for, like all the other little meadow and forest people, she has very great respect for Jimmy Skunk's little bag of scent.
"Jimmy Skunk, if you didn't have that little bag of scent that everybody is afraid of, you would be a lot more careful where you step," replied Peter.
Down there the scent of Whitefoot was strong.
And how he did hope that his scent would have disappeared by the time Shadow returned.
He was hunting—hunting for the scent of some one whom he could kill.
With his delicate nostrils he tested the wandering little Night Breezes for a stray whiff of scent to tell him which way to go.
You know Old Man Coyote has a mighty good nose, but not once since the day those hounds chased Lightfoot has he found so much as a tiny whiff of Lightfoot's scent.
The ground was damp and scent always lies best on damp ground.
He knew that if any hunters were hidden there, the Merry Little Breezes would bring him their scent and thus warn him.
