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The land of the mushroom . . . . . 239 

 Witch-hazel . . . . .... ,.244 



I knew it suited exactly 252 



With tail up, head cocked, very much amazed, 



and commenting vociferously .... 254 

 In a solemn row upon the wire fence . . . 257 



Young flying-squirrels 258 



The sentinel crows are posted .... 260 

 She turned and fixed her big black eyes hard on 



me 265 



Wrapped up like little Eskimos . . . .266 

 It is no longer a sorry forest of battered, sunken 



stumps 269 



Even the finger-board is a living pillar of ivy . 272 

 A family of seven young skunks .... 284 



The family followed 289 



"Spring! spring! spring!" 300 



A wretched little puddle 303 



He was trying to swallow something . . . 307 



In a state of soured silence 322 



Ugliness incarnate 325 



Sailing over the pines 328 



A banquet this sans toasts and cheer . . .333 

 Floating without effort among the clouds . . 337 

 From unknown regions of the ocean . . . 345 

 A crooked, fretful little stream . . . .346 

 Swimming, jumping, flopping, climbing, up he 



comes ! 349 



Here again hungry enemies await them . . 355 

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