The Story of a Graysquirrel 



He waited in silence — then far away 

 he heard the soft "Qua, quaa" that had 

 caught his ear last fall. The voice of 

 another Gray coat, but so soft and allur- 

 ing that it thrilled him. Here, indeed, 

 was the answer to the hankering in his 

 heart. 



But even as he craned and strained to 

 locate its very place, another call was 

 heard : 



"Qua, qua, qua, quaaaaaa" 



from some big strong Graycoat like him- 

 self, and all the fighting blood in him was 

 stirred. He raced to the ground and 

 across the woodland to the hillside whence 

 the voice came. 



On a log he stopped, with senses 

 alert for new guidance. "Qua, qua, 

 quaaa," came the soft call, and up the 

 tree went Bannertail, a silvery tail-tip 

 flashed behind the trunk, and now, ablaze 

 with watchfulness, he followed fast. Then 



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