The Story of a Graysquirrel 



A little cut they were, but mostly breath- 

 less, their very wind squeezed out by 

 those dread coils. The ripples on the 

 pool had scarcely died before they were 

 all three again in the dear old nest, with 

 Brownhead back anew from a far journey. 

 Without words, were they to tell of their 

 thrills and fears, or their joy; but this re- 

 action came: They cuddled up in the nest, 

 a little closer than before, a little more at 

 one, a little less to feel the scatteration 

 craze that comes in most wild families 

 when the young are grown; which meant 

 these young will have for a little longer 

 the good offices of their parents, and are 

 thereby fitted a little better for the life- 

 battle, a little more likely to win. 



Is it not by such accumulating little 

 things that brain and brawn and the 

 world success of every dominating race of 

 creatures has been built? 



[241] w*i*&y 



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