next, and so swiftly that cones were constantly- 

 dropping. Frequently the cones struck limbs and 

 bounded as they fell, often coming to the ground 

 to bounce and roll some distance over the for- 

 est floor. An occasional one went rolling and 

 bouncing down the steep mountain-side with 

 two or three happy chipmunks in jolly pursuit. 



We watched one squirrel stow cones under 

 trash and in holes in the thick beds of needles. 

 These cones were buried near a tree, in a dead 

 limb of which the squirrel had a hole and a home. 

 Harriet asked many questions concerning the 

 cones, — why they were buried, how the squirrel 

 found them when they were buried in the snow, 

 and what became of those which were left buried. 

 I told her that during the winter the squirrel 

 came down and dug through the snow to the 

 cones and then fed upon the nuts. I also told 

 her that squirrels usually buried more cones than 

 were eaten. The uneaten cones, being left in the 

 ground, were in a way planted, and the nuts in 

 them in time sprouted, and young trees came 

 peeping up among the fallen leaves. The squir- 

 rel's way of observing Arbor Day makes him a 



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