THE MOLE. 
When I last went out at the gate into the lane, I 
saw a Mole hill on the turf by the path. A Mole 
hill is a heap of dirt made by the Mole, who has 
his home in the soil an inch or two from the top. 
I do not know if you have ever seen a Mole ; if 
not, you may wish to hear what it is like. It is the 
same size as a rat ; and it has a very odd, long 
nose, like that of a pig, made to rout with. The 
eyes of the Mole are not easy to see, nor are the 
ears, as they are sunk in the fur. It digs in the 
soil with its fore paws and its nose ; it does this to 
get at its food. The Vv^orm is the food it is most 
