9O OUR COUNTRY NEIGHBORS. 



out suspecting that she had cut off the retreat of any of 

 her woodland neighbors. The next morning she was star- 

 tled by what she thought a gray rat running past her 

 bed. She rose to pursue him, when he ran up the wall, 

 and clung against the plastering, showing himself very 

 plainly a gray flying-squirrel, with large, soft eyes, and 

 wings which consisted of a membrane uniting the fore 

 paws to the hind ones, like those of a bat. He was 

 chased into the conservatory, and, a window being opened, 

 out he flew upon the ground, and made away for his na- 

 tive woods, and thus put an end to many fears as to the 

 nature of our nocturnal rappings. 



So you see how many neighbors we found by living in 

 the woods, and, after all, no worse ones than are found 

 in the great world. 



