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seemed to me more chance of finding a barn by 

 following the road than by taking to the field. 



This plan suited Whitey as well as any other, so 

 bidding farewell to our brothers, we two started 

 bravely on our way together. 



Birds flitted from bush to bush beside the road, 

 and in the pine woods I saw a squirrel running 



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Whitey eating tlie Mouse 



like a red shadow along a branch overhead, but it 

 was hopeless to think of catching any of these. 



Whitey complained that she was hungry, and I 

 myself was beginning to feel that it was long since 

 I had had anything to eat. So bidding Whitey 

 wait for me by the roadside, I crept stealthily past 

 the fence and through the long grass of the field. 



On I went, now crouching and listening, now 

 stealing forward on velvet paws. 



At last my hunt was rewarded. Before me, 



