VI 
THE DISCONTENTED SQUIRREL 
Hourryine along the street the other day, intent 
on business, I was brought to a sudden full stop 
by the sight of a heap of old books in tattered 
covers outside a second-hand furniture shop. I 
didn’t want old books, and had no time to spare; 
the action was purely automatic, like that of the 
old horse ridden or driven by a traveller who often 
refreshes himself, in stopping short on coming to a 
public-house on the roadside. On the top of the 
heap was a small pamphlet or booklet in blue 
covers, entitled The Discontented Squirrel, and this 
attracted my attention. It seemed to ,touch a 
chord, but a chord of what I did not know. I 
picked it up, and, opening it, saw on the first page 
an ancient rude woodcut of a squirrel eating a nut. 
The old picture looked familiar, but I was still 
at a loss until I read the first few lines of the letter- 
press, and then I immediately dropped the booklet 
and hastened on faster than ever, to make up for a 
wasted minute. 
Why, of course, the Discontented Squirrel, that 
dear little ancient beastie! The whole of the 
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