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not chain him, he takes to the barn, hiding in the 
haymow, where you seldom see him. Finally he 
begins to make nightly excursions; and sooner or 
later he hears and answers the call of his wild kin- 
dred, leaving the haymow nest for the freedom of a 
hollow in a tree and the companionship of his own 
kind. 
The raccoon shows considerable affection for his 
master, and his skilful manner in using his paws, 
and the intelligent expression of his face, endear him 
to all who make his acquaintance. We sincerely hope 
that the tracks of this little prowler will long be found 
about the muddy banks of the old familiar brooks and 
ponds, and that the quavering voice may still shiver 
on the August night. Some say that it is the cry of 
the screech owl and not that of the raccoon; but 
whether the cry that vibrates through the gloom of 
grove and orchard be that of owl or raccoon, long 
may it be before either shall go the way of all wild 
things! 
