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warned him. Now he should have one 

 more chance. 



The Thunder-moon, July, was domi- 

 nating Jersey woods, when the lusty life 

 force of the father Graycoat inevitably 

 sent him roving to the woods of the mad- 

 caps. Plenty they were now, and many 

 had been stored by the Redsquirrels for 

 winter use, for this is the riddle of their 

 being, that the Redsquirrels long ago 

 have learned. On the bank, when they 

 are rooted in the earth, their juices from 

 the underworld are full of diabolic sub- 

 tlety, are tempting in the mouth as they 

 are deadly in the blood and sure destruc- 

 tion at the last. They must be up- 

 rooted, carried far from the ground and 

 the underground, and high hung in the 

 blessed purifying pine tops, where Father 

 Sun can burn away their evil. There, 

 after long months of sun and wind and 

 rain purgation, their earth-born bodies 



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