IN THE WHITE WOODS 



lest an enemy gobble him up, shooting 

 across like a gray shuttle weaving this 

 exquisite pattern that is like that of a 

 dainty embroidery on a lady's collar. 

 How he can gallop so regularly and make 

 his tail mark so straight is more than I 

 can tell. Indeed, so sly he is and so 

 swiftly does he go that I have never seen 

 him make it. Beside this tiny pattern 

 the marks where the gray squirrel has 

 leaped across are like those of an hippo- 

 potamus on a rampage and the print of 

 my own snowshoe was as if there had 

 been a catastrophe and a section of the 

 sky had fallen. 



Along with the tiny mouse tracks were 

 those of our least squirrel, the chip- 

 munk. There is no difficulty about see- 

 ing him. He will almost come if you 

 whistle for him. If you will camp near 

 his burrow you may teach him to come 

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