JUNE 115 



though all the time he maintained his wild 

 home. But he ran freely over the porches 

 and through the living-room of the moun- 

 tain cabin in which we were spending the 

 summer. We always kept a plate on the 

 porch for his especial benefit, and on this 

 plate we placed the stones of all the cherries 

 eaten in the house. Pecan kernels and 

 almond pits, both doubtless entirely new 

 to him, he ate from the first without hesita- 

 tion and relished exceedingly. Indeed, so 

 fond was he of them that he would climb up 

 into the lap of a young girl in the party, 

 and burrow into her clenched fists for the 

 toothsome dainties. While not quite so 

 familiar with other members of the party, 

 he nevertheless freely came and fed from 

 the fingers of any of us, though the presence 

 of a stranger made him considerably more 

 wary. The little fellow has fur-lined pock- 

 ets on the inner side of his cheeks, and 

 these he fills with the materials he is to 

 carry home. 



One day I counted the cherry-stones our 

 provident friend could take away at a single 



