one can run on the ground beueatli. It makes 

 one pause to see him skip along a slender limb, 

 jump to a second, race out to its tip, and leap- 

 clearing fifteen feet— to catch the very ends of 

 another limb swaying in the air fifty feet above 

 one. 



During the early summer the tender terminal 

 buds of the pine (barring young birds) furnish 

 Chickaree the bulk of his food. Acorns, chest- 

 nuts, corn, and the pine-cone seeds he eats later 

 on in the fall and winter. 



He seems particularly abundant and particu- 

 larly at home among the pines. He and Scelop- 

 orus, the pine-tree lizard, are joint possessors 

 of the sandy barrens. And Chickaree fits his 

 surroundings. The gray squirrel's color blends 

 naturally with the neutral, lichen-mottled boles 

 of the oak and maple woods. He is rarely 

 found in the pines ; but that is partly because 

 he is afraid of Chickaree and hates him as he 

 hates poison. Chickaree's color is piny, shading 

 perfectly with the dusky red-browns of the 

 barrens. These are his rightful realm. Fortu- 

 nately he does less harm here than almost any- 

 where else, for the small birds that nest in the 

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