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The feast is finished and the games are on Frontispiece 

 Ripe and rimy with November's frosts ... 5 

 Swinging from the limbs by their long prehen- 

 sile tails 7 



Under such conditions he looks quite like a fero- 

 cious beast . 10 



Filing through the corn-stubs 13 



Here on the fence we waited 16 



He had stopped for a meal on his way out . . 20 



Playing possum . . . . 22 



She was standing off a dog 26 



The cheerful little goldfinches, that bend the 



dried ragweeds 37 



There she stood in the snow with head high, lis- 

 tening anxiously 45 



And dreamed 46 



I shivered as the icy flakes fell thicker and faster 52 



The meadow-mouse 55 



It was Whitefoot . . . . . . .60 



From his leafless height he looks down into the 



Hollow 63 



It caught at the insects in the air . . . .71 

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