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The squat is a cold place 145 



The limp, lifeless one hanging over the neck of 



that fox 148 



His drop is swift and certain 153 



Seven young ones in the nest 159 



I knew it suited exactly 166 



With tail up, head cocked, very much amazed, 



and commenting vociferously .... 168 

 In a solemn row upon the wire fence . . . 171 



Young flying-squirrels 172 



The sentinel crows are posted 174 



She turned and fixed her big black eyes hard on 



me 179 



Wrapped up like little Eskimos .... 180 

 It is no longer a sorry forest of battered, sunken 



stumps 183 



Even the finger-board is a living pillar of ivy . 186 

 In October they are building their winter lodges 199 

 The glimpse of Reynard in the moonlight . . 202 



