WILDWOOD WAYS 



I could step quietly up the path and 

 see him sometimes a second before he saw 

 me, but only for a second. Then his 

 dream of succulent bark of wild apple 

 trees and other delicacies of the winter 

 woods would pass with a single thump of 

 his sturdy hind feet as he struck the earth 

 a half dozen feet away from his snug 

 lodging, and more thumps and the bob- 

 bing of a white tail would carry him out 

 of sight in a flash. He bobs and thumps 

 just as a deer does when you surprise 

 him in the forest, and flies a white flag 

 in just the same way. Both go jerking 

 away like sturdy but nervous sprites, and 

 though a deer in the forest is supposed 

 to be the epitome of grace, I can never see 

 it. The startled fawn and the startled 

 bunny are both too eager to get on to be 

 graceful. 



We have just had some touches of real 

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