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that thirty or forty years ago a colony of them 

 inhabited a hollow linden, one of a scattered 

 group of half a dozen trees standing in the open 

 pasture several hundred yards from any woods. 

 The old tree is still standing, but, as far as I 

 know, it has not harboured a flying squirrel for at 

 least a dozen years. 



The last opportunity I had for observing flying 

 squirrels occurred five or six years since. As I 

 was tramping through some high rocky woods, I 

 noticed what looked like a newly made wood- 

 pecker's hole near the top of a small dead ash, 

 and attempted to climb to it. The tree proved 

 to be pretty thoroughly rotten, and swayed about 

 a good deal with my movements. By the time I 

 was half-way to the top, a little round head was 

 poked out of a hole above me, and soon after a 

 flying squirrel emerged and scrambled round to 

 the other side. He was followed by another, and 

 this one by still another, until half a dozen or 

 more had made their appearance and clung 



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