CHAPTER XXV 



BANNERTAIL FALLS INTO A 

 SNARE 



5ANNERTAIL was now in 

 fresh midsummer coat of 

 sleekest gray. His tail was 

 a silver plume, and bigger 

 than himself. His health 

 was perfect. And just so surely as a sick 

 one longs to be and to stay at home, so 

 a lusty Squirrel hankers to go a-roaming. 

 Swinging from tree to tree, leaping the 

 familiar jump-ways, he left the family one 

 early morning, drank deeply at the spring 

 brook, went on aground "hoppity-hop' , 

 for a dozen hops, then stopped to look 

 around and frisk his tail. Then on, and 

 again a look around. So he left the hick- 



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