The Story of a Graysquirrel 



tie loathsome whiffs and acrid hints that 

 robbed it of its zest. Long before half a 

 meal, the little warden that dwells some- 

 where betwixt mouth and maw began to 

 send offensive messages to his brain, and 

 even with a bite between his teeth there 

 set in strong a fearful devastating revul- 

 sion, a climax of disgust, a maw-revolt, 

 an absolute loathing. 



His mouth was dripping with its nat- 

 ural juice, something gripped his throat, 

 the last morsel was there and seemed to 

 stick. He tight closed his eyes, violently 

 shook his head. The choking lump was 

 shaken out. Pains shot through his 

 body. Limbs and lungs were cramped. 

 He lay flat on the bank with head down- 

 hill. He jerked his head from side to 

 side with violent insistence. His stomach 

 yielded most of the fateful mass. But the 

 poison had entered into his body, already 

 was coursing in his veins. 



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