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The land of the mushroom 239 



Witch-hazel 244 



I knew it suited exactly ... . . 252 



With tail up, head cocked, very much amazed, 



and commenting vociferously .... 254 

 In a solemn row upon the wire fence . 257 



Young flying-squirrels 258 



The sentinel crows are posted .... 260 



She turned and fixed her big black eyes hard on 



me 265 



Wrapped up like little Eskimos .... 266 

 It is no longer a sorry forest of battered, sunken 



stumps 269 



Even the finger-board is a living pillar of ivy . 272 

 A family of seven young skunks .... 284 



The family followed 289 



"Spring! spring! spring!" 300 



A wretched little puddle 303 



He was trying to swallow something . . . 307 



In a state of soured silence 322 



Ugliness incarnate 325 



Sailing over the pines 328 



A banquet this sans toasts and cheer . . . 333 

 Floating without effort among the clouds . . 337 

 Prom unknown regions of the ocean . . . 345 

 A crooked, fretful little stream .... 346 

 Swimming, jumping, flopping, climbing, up he 



comes ! 349 



Here again hungry enemies await them . . 355 

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