IN THE WHITE WOODS 



top and whirling and jumping down 

 again, and then flashing out and kicking 

 up crystals in a rush across the road to 

 another hole under another brush pile, 

 his scantily furred half tail erect and as 

 humorously vivacious as everything else 

 about him. The chipmunk when he 

 thinks he is going to be captured and is 

 filled with great fear half of it being, 

 I believe, fear that he wont be is the 

 most delightfully comical little chap that 

 grows in the woods. If he 'd only keep 

 as wild as that after he is tamed I 'd like 

 one for a pet. 



Down in the open meadow where the 

 unfrozen brook ran black in its banks of 

 snow, touched only here and there with 

 the green of luxuriant watercress, I found 

 the trail of the crows. Not one was in 

 sight and there was no sound from them 

 anywhere. It was as if the snow had 

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