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land later than the sapsuckers, but that they 
migrate southward earlier. 
While I waited under the birches, a gray 
squirrel came tripping over the grass and 
through the brakes. His great brush was not 
carried over his back, but in an arch behind 
him. His approach was so noisy that at first I 
thought a dog was coming towards me, but his 
voice betrayed him. “ Cluck , cluck , cluck , deck , 
deck , deck , deck , cleek .” If a “cyclone” had 
been choking him he could not have made 
sounds any more queer. When at last he dis¬ 
covered me, he lowered his tail and undulated 
very softly away. 
The first of the second series of traps was set 
on the slope leading down towards the moist bed 
of the swamp. It contained one of the white¬ 
footed gray gnomes. The next three were 
empty. Number five was in the darkest part 
of the swamp on a huge upturned stump whose 
twisted roots, looking like the arms of a devil¬ 
fish, reached far into the air. The trap was 
sprung, and the gnome in it was as new to my 
eyes as Zapus had been. Coarse, chestnut- 
brown hair, in parts almost as bright as red 
mahogany, small eyes, conspicuous ears, and a 
tail so short that it seemed only a stump of 
something more satisfactory, were the conspicu¬ 
ous points in this gnome. His name, as I later 
