I once surprised the weasel in this glen, with a 

 young robin in her mouth which she had just 

 taken from the nest and was carrying home for 

 her family. She dropped the bird when I threw 

 a stone, whereupon I stood by the dead robin and 

 waited, anticipating her return, for I knew the 

 weasel's boldness of old. Almost immediately the 

 sinister-looking creature poked her head from the 

 bushes and, without hesitation, approached and 

 seized the bird where it lay between my feet. 

 Another stone caused her to drop it again before 

 she had gone far. This time I moved the robin 

 some little distance away and stood beside it as 

 before. Soon the weasel reappeared, and going to 

 the spot where she had last dropped it, became 

 visibly excited on finding it gone. She then began 

 rapidly following the scent, like a hound, and at 

 length by a circuitous course, approached, and 

 again took the bird from under my feet. 



Almost every fine day in autumn the wood- 

 chuck is to be met. He emerges from the bushes 

 with deliberation and ambles out into the open 

 where there is a little clover to tempt him, his 

 tawny legs showing in strong contrast with his 

 grayish back and scraggly black tail. His enjoy- 



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