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branch with scarlet 

 Y<f£. '";;■-•■, berries, and further st— 

 P^S ■;'-'-^' What's that? A fleet-foot- 

 ed little creature darts out 

 almost from under our very feet, 

 and bounds away into the dark re- 

 f cess. That little cotton tail ! what 



a tempting target it always was for ..... 

 me ! Lucky for you, my dear little fel- , 

 low, that I am not a boy again, or I'd set 

 a snare for you in about ten minutes. 

 This always was a favorite haunt for 

 hares, and if we had only kept our eyes 

 open we might have known it, for, see ! 

 all around us the snow is dotted with 

 hollows from their four little jumping .,- 

 foot-pads. 



Now we enter the old swamp lot, 

 thick-set with bristling bulrushes 

 and bare and spindling brooms 

 of iron -weed. Here is 

 ittle turtle pond, 

 from whose ani- 

 mated mud we 



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