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I have often waited to see a squirrel go for 

 something to eat after a snowstorm. This he did 

 in a matter-of-fact way. Without hunting or 

 hesitation he went hopping across the snow to a 

 spot immediately above his supplies, where he 

 at once pawed his way down into the snow and 

 came up with a cone. 



In rambling the woods I have often heard 

 these squirrels barking and " chickareeing " with 

 wild hilarity, apparently from the pure joy of 

 living. Then again they proclaimed my dis- 

 tant approach, or presence, with unnecessary 

 vigor. The energetic protest they make against 

 the trespasser in their woods, is often, if not al- 

 ways, taken by big game as a warning. Gener- 

 ally on hearing this the game will be all alert for 

 some seconds, and occasionally will move off to 

 a more commanding position. Sometimes birds 

 will stop and listen when this tree-top sentinel 

 shouts warnings which have often saved big 

 game from being shot. Most hunters hate this 

 squirrel. 



There are brief periods in winter when these 

 squirrels disappear for days at a time. The kind 



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