THINGS TO HEAR THIS FALL 



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In the far western mountains he has a cousin 

 called the Douglas squirrel ; and Mr. John Muir calls 

 him " the brightest of all the squirrels I have ever 

 seen, a hot spark of life, making every tree tingle with 

 his prickly toes, a condensed nugget of fresh moun- 

 tain vigor and valor, as free from disease as a sun- 

 beam. How he scolds, and what faces he makes, all 

 eyes, teeth, and whiskers ! " 



You must hear him this fall and take your scold- 

 ling, whether you deserve it or not. 



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You ought to hear in the cedars, pines, or spruces 

 \ the small thin cheep, cheep, cheep of the chickadee 

 lor the kinglets. You must take a quiet day on the 

 | very edge of winter and, in some sunny dip or glade, 



hear them as they feed and flit 



about you. They speak in a Ian- **. ^ N ^SsSsW*' 



guage different from that 



of the crow and the jay. 



This tiny talk of the king- 

 .let is all friendly and 

 I cheerful and personal 

 iand confidential, as if 

 jyou were one of the party and 

 lliked spiders' eggs and sunshine and did n't care a 



snap for the coming winter ! In all the vast gray 



out of doors what bits of winged bravery, what! 



crumbs of feathered courage, they seem! One is! 



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