The Story of a Graysquirrel 



said he is filling up his storage-batteries 

 to the full. Never a wriggle was there in 

 even the nervous tail tip, that nearly al- 

 ways switches to and fro ; yet not a move 

 of the Squirrel since she left her sleeping 

 porch was lost on him. 



What was it gave a new pathway to 

 the young Graycoat? Was it Mother 

 Carey who led her with a purpose ? Not 

 to the familiar log she went, where the 

 family had always found an ideal footing 

 when they took the morning drink, but 

 down -stream, toward the pond and on to 

 the little muddy shore. 



The mother Squirrel saw that, and her 

 feeling of doubt grew stronger. She rose 

 up to follow, but gazed a moment to see 

 a sudden horror. Just as the little Nyek- 

 nyek stooped and sank her face deep to 

 her eyes in the cooling flood, the Black- 

 snake sprang, sprang from his coil as a 

 Blacksnake springs, when the victim is 



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