Simply flat in comparison. Even the tender 

 terminal buds of the pine would be tasteless 

 now. And stale acorns 1 Dreadful ! 



All this we saw in his countenance as he took 

 the first mouthful and bolted with the cooky. 

 He bolted, but stopped short for another bite. 

 Then on he went, only to halt for a third bite ; 

 started again, but came to a dead stop on the end 

 of the log, and finished the cooky then and there. 



I now went after him to see if I could find 

 where he had hidden the bread. As I stepped 

 upon the log, he turned and came down it toward 

 me. I have always wished since that I had not 

 fiinched. 



He drew near ; walked over my foot and 

 smelled of me. Cookies ! Where 1 He sniffed 

 and sniffed ; then catching the odor of the hand 

 hanging at my side, he stood up to get a bite, 

 when the foolish hand twitched. That was 

 enough. It had moved. He would not approach 

 me again. 



The two slices I found, but not the crust. 

 One of them was high up in the top of a spruce, 

 the other in the moss behind a stump. 



Perhaps these were temporary hiding-places, 

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