The Story of a Graysquirrel 



and dragged forth in his teeth a big fat 

 hickory-nut, one buried by himself last 

 fall, and," bounding with rippling tail up 

 a tree to a safe perch that was man-high 

 from the ground, he sawed the shell 

 adroitly and feasted on the choicest food 

 that is known to the Squirrel kind. 



A second prowl and treasure-hunt pro- 

 duced another nut, a third produced an 

 acorn, a visit to the familiar ever-unfrozen 

 spring quenched his thirst, and then back 

 he undulated through the woods and over 

 the snow to his cosey castle in the oak. 



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