SQUIRREL SIGNS. 19 



Other than by seeing them on the ground or 

 moving up the boles or through the tops of 

 trees, there are three ways of detecting the 

 presence of a fox squirrel on these August days. 

 These are, by hearing their scolding chatter; 

 by seeing their tails wafted to and fro by the 

 breeze as they lie squat and otherwise hidden 

 on some horizontal limb; by hearing or seeing 

 small pieces of bark or other substance falling 

 from some tree. With no hickory or oa*k mast 

 to store, their lot is apt to be a hard one dur- 

 ing the coming winter. 



At half past eight I am again in the shade 

 of oak and maple at my boulders' side with the 

 breeze cooling my perspiring brow, with the 

 unclouded dome, blue with the infinity of space 

 above rne, with the red-eyed vireo, the indigo 

 bunting and the harvest fly alternating in mak- 

 ing music for my ear. The black ants occasion- 

 ally tickle my cells of touch and the hawkweed 

 blossoms by my side, its ray flowers outdazzling 

 the sunlight with their limpid yellow. 



The lamps of the sky which light by night a 

 myriad of solar systems are now seemingly ex- 

 tinguished, their brilliancy merged into that of 

 our King of All, whose beams do fill all visible 

 space with the glory of their radiance. Were 

 I, on such a day as this, on a mountain top a 

 thousand times higher than any on earth, far 

 ae the eye could reach his rays would glorify. 



