The Story of a Graysquirrel 



young ones. With these in his pocket he 

 descended. When on the ground he 

 found that one was dead, crushed in 

 climbing down. Thus only one little 

 Squirrel was left alive, only one of the 

 family that he had seen, the harmless 

 mother and two helpless, harmless little 

 ones dead in his hands. 



Why? What good did it do him to 

 destroy all this beautiful wild life? He 

 did not know. He did not think of it 

 at all. He had yielded only to the wild 

 ancestral instinct to kill, when came a 

 chance to kill, for we must remember 

 that when that instinct was implanted, 

 wild animals were either terrible enemies 

 or food that must be got at any price. 



The excitement over, the boy looked 

 at the helpless squirming thing in his 

 hand, and a surge of remorse came on 

 him. He could not feed it; it must die 

 of hunger. He wished that he knew of 



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