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by. He was a male squirrel, noisy and 

 combative, and the title to his strip of 

 woods had been gained by long occupa- 

 tion and many scrimmages with his fel- 

 low red-coats, not to mention the chip- 

 munk who always ran at his approach. 



So you see, according to the ethics of 

 the woods, the Chatterbox was their 

 rightful owner and his title was fully 

 recognized as part of the unwritten by- 

 laws of the forest. So I really had no 

 right in his woods, although my neigh- 

 bours had placed certain boundary stones 

 and allotted to me the forest. 



To-day I was doing more than tres- 

 passing, for I had presumed to sit under 

 one of the red rascal's trees, and, to add 

 to this great offence, was strumming on a 

 banjo. 



Now, if the Chatterbox had been a 

 musician himself, like bobolink or oriole, 



