SQUIRREL SHOOTING 



lake. Its blue waters are visible through the 

 trees to the right. Down the slope, at the 

 very bottom, is a narrow pond with a brushy 

 covert on two sides and open on its other 

 banks. It is shallow but clear. There are 

 frogs around the shores and possibly a wood- 

 cock in the brush at its edges. At any rate, 

 it would be a good place for squirrels to slip 

 down and drink out of, and the timber cer- 

 tainly looks favorable. " Mr." man resolves 

 to wait, not for a minute, nor for five min- 

 utes, but for an hour or so if necessary. 



There are no squirrels in sight, it is true, 

 but there is much to observe and enjoy. For 

 instance, there is the fresh greenwood charm 

 of forest-aisle and grassy stretch of hill-side, 

 the companionship of birds, and the search- 

 ing rays of sunlight peeping down through 

 lattices of leaves. 



"Under the greenwood-tree, 

 Who loves to lie with me?" 



There is the call of the sable crow, the 

 blue-jay's noisy clatter, the querulous note of 

 the red-headed woodpecker, the long-drawn- 

 out, chattering call of the " flicker " or 



