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watched his busy motions with much interest until a cloud 
passed over the sun, and a few drops of rain came ‘pattering 
down upon the leaves, when he quickly scampered down, and 
seizing a large cone, ran lively for his dry nest. He is an 
ardent lover of the sunshine, and often when it leaves him in 
the cold shadows, he will dart away for his nest, or hug 
closer to the body of his tree, as he sits on a limb on the lee- 
ward side, without making a sound, waiting the re-appearance 
of the sun when he immediately bursts forth anew, chattering 
loud and long in his happiness. 
