The Story of a Graysquirrel -=s^^~-'"%^ 0jz£tjg2!& 



Red Singing-Hawk was wheeling in great Ww^ 

 rhythmic swoops to the sound of his 

 own wild note, " Kyo-kyo-kyoooo." He 

 wheeled and rejoiced in his song and his 

 flight. 



" All's clear! All's well!" sang Crow 

 and Bluejay — these watchful ones, 

 watchful, perforce, because their ways 

 of rapine have filled the world with en- 

 emies. And Silvergray prepared a sec- 

 ond time for the perilous trip. She took 

 the nearest of her babies, gently but 

 firmly, and, scrambling to the door, 

 paused to look and listen, then took the 

 final plunge, went scurrying and scram- 

 bling down the trunk. On the ground 

 she paused again, looked forward and 

 back, then to the old nest to see her mate 

 go in and come out again with a young 

 one in his mouth, as though he knew ex- 

 actly what was doing and how his help 

 was needed. With an angry "Quare!" 



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