BOOK OF NATURAL HISTORY. 33 
THE HEDGEHOG. 
Harry Miller was one eve- 
ning walking in his father’s 
orchard, when he saw some- 
thing creeping on the ground. 
It was larger than a rat, but 
not so big as a rabbit, and 
seemed to have a very round 
back. He stooped down to 
feel it, but quickly drew back 
his hand, for it pricked his 
fingers. ‘‘Oh!” said he, “I 
know what this is ; I have 
found a hedgehog. How glad 
I am! I will take it home and 
keep it in the kitchen, that it 
