CONCLUSION 



late ! The funny little roly-poly wood- 

 chucks, like baby bears, waddling hurriedly 

 under the nearest pile of stones. The rab- 

 bits wandering down from the forest to 

 nibble off my best plants as if they owned 

 the earth. The foxes loping craftily across 

 the lawn. And oh, the excitement of find- 

 ing fresh deer tracks on some newly turned 

 patch of earth ! 



I confess these wild creatures are not too 

 particular where they walk, nor what they 

 eat on their shy visits to my garden, and 

 are as likely to nibble off my prize lily as 

 anything else, causing me thereby some 

 anguish of spirit. But, after all, the harm 

 they do is not very great, whereas the 

 pleasure they give me by their wild, yet 

 friendly presence is, and adds immeasurably 

 to the interest of our place. I would not 

 like to say how many hours I have spent 

 Q 225 



