OUR-KED SQUIRRELS. 
\ K THERE is the boy that does not love the jolly little red 
squirrel? He is not to be found, for his frisky play- 
fulness brings the smile to every face. Full of life, fun and 
frolic, they cheer us with their happy chatter from sun up in 
the morning, until it leaves them at evening, in the darkening 
shadows, when they quickly run away to their warm nests, to 
sleep until the new day brings them joyously out again. He 
is a hardy little fellow, always in good condition, and in the 
very best of spirits, sleek and glossy, as he sits upon a stump 
with his pretty tail curled over his back, holding his spruce 
cone in his little hands while he nibbles off the outside, which 
he throws away with quick jerks of his head, to the right and 
left, showing intense satisfaction, as he eats the inner part he 
loves. 
Below, beside the stump, you may see a small round hole 
in the snow, which he is always careful not to have large 
enough for an enemy, but just the size for his own small body 
to pass up and down, from which he brings out his cones, to 
eat them in the warm sunshine. He has a goodly store, 
nicely housed, laid in during the fall, gathered at the proper 
