WILD LIFE OF ORCHARD AND FIELD 



II 



THE WAY OP A WEASEL 



S I was hurrying down the 

 path past my neighbor's cabin 

 at the edge of the rocky 

 woods this morning, I heard 

 a commotion in the brush, and 

 an instant later saw, rushing 

 across the road ahead of me, 

 a pullet, closely followed by a 

 weasel, the latter going very 

 easily as compared with the 

 chicken's frantic haste. My 

 neighbor happened to be stand- 

 ing by his doorstep, and, run- 

 ning forward to meet the pair, 

 he stamped his foot upon the 

 weasel just an instant after it 

 had leaped upon the poor hen, 



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