CHAPTER XV 



BACHELOR LIFE AGAIN 



JANNERTAIL was left to 

 himself, like a bachelor 

 driven to his club. He had 

 become very wise in wood- 

 lore so that the food ques- 

 tion was no longer serious. Not count- 

 ing the remnant of the nuts still un- 

 earthed, the swelling buds of every sweet- 

 sapped tree were wholesome, delicious 

 food, the inner bark of sweet birch twigs 

 was good, there were grubs and borers 

 under flakes of bark, the pucker berries £t* e *- 

 or red chokeberries that grow in the low- ) 

 lands still hung in clusters. Their puck- 

 ery sourness last fall had made all crea- 

 tures let them alone, but a winter 



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