TINY 



while the squirrels could not get their noses 

 through the mesh. The chipmunks were puz- 

 zled, and one after another gave up in dis- 

 gust, to fall back on bread and corn. When 

 Tiny found the box he got mad all through. 

 He crowded his nose against the wire netting, 

 biting savagely meanwhile. I laughed, and 

 Tiny instantly stopped his efforts and looked 

 in my direction. All at once he got the idea 

 into his head that I had blocked his game, and 

 had caused the trouble. In three bounds he 

 landed on the trunk of a pine-tree, and run- 

 ning to a limb just over my head, he told me 

 in wicked squirrel language just what he 

 thought of me. In his anger he pounded 

 the limb with his hind feet, stopping now 

 and then to charge down the tree-trunk, as 

 if he were about to attack me. 



After ten minutes of this hot work he be- 

 came quiet, except a sob, which he uttered 

 from time to time. Finding that I would not 

 help him, he returned to the box. He tried 

 the wire a short time, then sat up and folded 

 his paws across his breast and fell into a 



