THE MISSING TOOTH 



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color, form, and fragrance are real. And so is our 

 love and joy in Nature real. Real, also, should be 

 our sympathy and sorrow with Nature. 



Here, for instance, are my crows : do I share fully 

 in the life of Nature so long as I think of the crow] 

 only with admiration for his cunning or with wrath 

 at his destruction of my melons and corn ? 



A crow has his solemn moments. He knows fear, 

 , pain, hunger, accident, and disease ; he knows som< 

 thing very like affection and love. For all that, h( 

 is a mere crow. But a mere crow is no mean thingJj 

 He is my brother, and a real love will give me parti 

 in all his existence. I will forage and fight with him 



when the keen? 

 frozen pines, 



I know 



I will parley and play; and 

 north winds find him in the 

 I will suffer with him, too. 



Here again are my meadow 

 that my hay crop is shorter 

 every year for them, a very 

 little shorter. And I can look 

 with satisfaction at a cat carry- 

 ing a big bob-tailed vole out 

 of my "mowing," for the 

 voles, along with other mice, 

 are injurious to man. 



But one day I came upon two of my vol 

 struggling for life in the water, exhausted and wel 

 nigh dead. I helped them out, as I should hav 

 helped out any other creature, and having save 



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