The Story of a Grcfysquirrel 



nertail to drink in the running brook, to 

 partly forget in a little while, yet never 

 quite to forget. He was saved, the great 

 All -Mother had saved him, which was a 

 good thing, but not in itself a great thing. 

 This was the great thing, that in that 

 moment happened — the loathing of the 

 earth-born fiend was implanted in his 

 race, and through them would go on to 

 bless his generations yet to be. 



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