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of alarm. It would have been an experience of 

 a lifetime to have had a ground-hog crawl over 

 me. 



Within ten minutes a fox squirrel comes slow- 

 ly leaping along, stopping every few moments to 

 glance around in search of some imaginary en- 

 emy. Jumping onto a log, it crawls up a pro- 

 jecting limb, and pausing at intervals of a few 

 feet, seems to bite into the limb and then rubs 

 the sides of its head over the spot which it has 

 bitten. This is repeated a half dozen or more 

 times, and is to me a hitherto unnoted and 

 unexplainable action. 



By taking a day, from the first appearance of 

 dawn until darkness, and reclining motionless in 

 some secluded spot of this old pasture, one could 

 doubtless note many interesting facts concerning 

 the habits of birds and mammals. Perchance, 

 too, a turtle or snake would come his way and, 

 deeming him a new made, harmless denizen of 

 the woods, make free to open to his gaze some 

 hidden secret of its daily life. 



