OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



furry creatures were within its wires and I hardened 

 my heart to giving orders that they were to be drowned. 

 But the very same night their ghosts or their relatives 

 paraded up and down my chamber walls and scram- 

 bled over the roof so that another trap had to be set. 

 This time only one squirrel was caught although I 

 saw another one near the trap. 



"I believe I '11 keep that cunning little thing a few 

 days and study him. Have n't we an old bird cage 

 in the attic?" 



"Ye — es," was the dubious reply of my faithful 

 maid, who by this time was quite used to my erratic 

 ways. 



"Well, bring it down, and I '11 wire the door so he 

 can't push it open. They are such clever little things." 



With a vast deal of effort, with gloved fingers and 

 quick motions the flying squirrel was transferred from 

 trap to bird cage and the door carefully held until my 

 room was reached. As I went for the wire I asked, 

 "Did you put some water in the side dish and — " 



"Oh! he's out," exclaimed the maid, and I rushed 



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