Concord, Mass.
1914.
March 17
to
May 31.
(No 12)

  The killing of the Gray Squirrel by the Cat, to which I have briefly
referred, is worth describing more fully. It happened about mid-day
on April 27 [April 27, 1914]. All the while that Gilbert & I were at dinner (12-12.30) 
the Cat (a large maltese & white one) was sitting erect & still in
the middle of the field in front of the house which had been ploughed
last autumn. She was so very conspicuous there that no one could have 
failed to notice her at the first glance. Shortly after dinner she began
moving about slowly and uncertainly with her nose to the ground like
a Dog seeking a cold scent. Then she made a long, swift, gliding
rush to a deep furrow in which she crouched so flat as to be lost
to my view. Only a few seconds later an uncommonly large Gray
Squirrel appeared ambling sedately towards the center of the field from
woods to the south of it. Apparently quite oblivious to the presence
of the crouching Cat he kept on at first straight for her & then
inclined a little to the left of where she lay. As he was passing it at
a distance of perhaps twenty yards she sprang out from the furrow