of 



month they took peanuts from my fingers. 

 They were easily terrified by a loud noise or 

 sudden movement. One day an acquaintance 

 came to see me while I was in the grove with the 

 squirrels. By way of heralding his approach, he 

 flung a club which fell with a crash upon a brush 

 pile alongside these most nervous fellows. They 

 fled in terror, and it was two or three days be- 

 fore they would come near me again. 



One year the grove cone-crop was a total fail- 

 ure. As a result, Mr. and Mrs. Fremont tem- 

 porarily abandoned their old home and moved 

 to new quarters on a mountainside about half 

 a mile distant. The day they moved I was by 

 the brook, watching a water-ouzel, when they 

 chanced to cross on a fallen log near-by. In 

 passing, one paused to give a hasty, half -glad, 

 half -frightened, chattery bark of recognition. 

 They hastened across the grassy open beyond as 

 though they felt themselves in danger when out 

 of the woods. 



They made a home in an old snag, using places 

 that were, I think, formerly used by wood- 

 peckers. The afternoon of their arrival they 



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