40 WILD SCENES AND WILD HUNTERS. 
snuff drowsily at the perfume. Now they all lay so warm 
and cozey, rolled ‘delicately snug in that furry ball—and when 
daylight came and it went forth to play, they would keep the 
bed warm for it through theglaring time of sunshine! 
There’s no use saying I could not, for I could see those 
little fellows just as plain as the squirrel itself ;—and when 
night came, I could see them, too, at their airy antics, plainly 
against the moon as it rose up, and, at playing bo-peep, I 
have caught them kissing the sleeping flowers, sure enough! 
.They used to fight with the old owls, too, and thrust sharp 
spear grass in their moony eyes, that would stare murder at 
gay, heedless chip munck, or pretty little panting wood-mouse 
pattering on the withered leaves below! Indeed, I saw them 
often gathering from afar in arms—troop after troop, in snail- 
shell helms, to drive such monsters bodily away when they 
had ventured near that squirrel’s house; and then, the battle 
