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The Story of a Graysquirrel 





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once you have lost your whole stake. ^' J 

 On his haunch he carried, carries yet, '*£/ 

 the three long scars, where the fur is a 

 little paler — the brand of the robber 

 baroness, the slash of the claws that 

 nearly got him. 



Have you noted that in the high Alle- 

 ghenies, where the Graycoats seldom see 

 hunters of any kind, they scamper while 

 the enemy is far away; but they peer 

 from upper limbs and call out little chal- 

 lenges ? In Jersey woods, where a wiser 

 race has come, they never challenge a 

 near foe; they make no bravado rushes. 

 They signal if they see an enemy near, 

 then hide away in perfect stillness till 

 that enemy, be it Hawk in air or Hound 

 on earth, is far away, or in some sort 

 ceases to be a menace. 



And menfolk hunters, who tell of their 

 feats around the glowing stove in the win- 

 ter-time, say there is a new race of Gray- 



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