The Flying Squirrel 165 
squirrel you will be amply repaid, for other night- 
loving animals are abroad and they are as interesting 
as those which work and play by day. If you have 
not been accustomed to this rare treat, your eyes will 
be busy with shadowy glimpses and your ears with 
strange new sounds. There will be the patter of 
light footsteps on the ground, the squeaking of un- 
seen creatures, the frantic hurry of some being pur- 
sued, the lonesome note of a distant bird, or the 
monotonous call of the whip-poor-will; these and a 
myriad of other sounds will fill the air, giving abun- 
dant evidence of the animal life that is astir. You 
listen! There is a sound like that of a nut dropping 
from a tree. Again you listen, and a slight rustle of 
‘eaves is heard overhead, as a shadowy form glides 
through the air and, alighting upon the bole of a 
tree not ten feet away, scampers up the tree very squir- 
rel-like. The sprite has scarcely started before an- 
other alights at nearly the same place, and hastens 
after the first. It is not unusual for three or four 
flying squirrels to start from the same or neighboring 
trees, and at times there will be various lines of flying 
squirrels crossing and recrossing each other. 
Consider yourself fortunate! You are among the 
homes of the flying squirrels and you have seen them 
at their evening play. Frolic and amusement occupy 
