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dead squirrels and threw them over the 

 wall out of sight, for he knew that I was 

 fond of them and he did not want his 

 deed known. 



But '' murder will out '' and I found the 

 squirrel family on my return and buried 

 them in a little snow grave in the garden. 

 My grief was too great for tears, but the 

 wood nymph, — that gentle guardian of 

 the wild things who watches the coming 

 and going of the great moose and the 

 tiny field-mouse, and who rejoices when 

 they rejoice, and is pained when they are 

 cold and hungry, — this sweet custodian 

 of the wood folks must have wept bitter 

 tears over that little snow grave in the 

 garden. 



There is a belief among the wise people 

 of the Orient that keeps them from such 

 deeds as that of our thoughtless young 

 hunter, and if we had something of their 



