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that, cut and polished, yet weighed 125 carats, 
1 the famous Tiffany yellow diamond, in whose 
• heart glows the same yellow radiance which 
wells throughout the birch wood of a sunlit 
October day. The Tiffany gem is worth its 
hundreds of thousands, and you might lose it 
from a hole in your vest pocket. The birch 
wood is a half-mile wide, and once you have 
felt its soft radiance flood your soul it is yours 
forever. Neither deserts nor cities can take it 
from you. 
Sitting secure in a crotch of the chestnut tree 
of my choice, beating the chestnuts from the 
i half-open burs with a birch pole, and listening 
1 to their patter on the dry leaves far beneath, I 
was conscious after a time of a little gritting 
j squeak, a squeak that sounded much like a 
j small, unoiled joint that was very mad about it. 
It might have been two tree limbs rubbing to¬ 
gether, only that it was too personal. Creaking 
limbs are always mournful in tone; this squeak 
was full of impotent, nervous rage. It was 
difficult to locate exactly, and I had thinned out 
the chestnuts pretty well and was about to 
i climb down before I discovered what it was 
that made it. Hanging head down from a twig 
that protruded from the under side of a large 
limb was a great bat, swinging from one hind 
; toe. His furry, gray body was half loosely 
wrapped in his wings, that looked like wrinkled 
folds of dark sheet rubber. His ugly little face 
was all screwed up with rage, and his sputtering 
squeaks were a ludicrous exposition of im¬ 
potent fury. Every blow of my pole on the tree 
had jarred him. In his darkness of our day- 
j time he could not see what it was that troubled 
j him, nor could he venture to fly away from it, 
j lest he rush into worse danger. So he simply 
hung on and protested in all the voice and vo¬ 
cabulary that he had, and when I plucked him 
carefully by that hjnd claw and wrapped him in 
a handkerchief and stowed him in the side 
pocket of my coat he continued to mutter bat 
; profanity. 
i You will find in the velvety heart of a chest- 
nit burr usually three nuts. Sometimes but 
one of these plump and with a ripened kernel 
within the shell. The two others in this case 
will be but fat walls of shell with no kernel. 
/Sometimes two of the three are meaty, and oc¬ 
casionally all three, only the fat ones being 
fertile seeds. Poking about among the brown 
leaves on the ground beneath the tree for these, 
low and then pricking my fingers in separating 
fa particularly fat one from the burr that had 
Home down with it, I found another unfamiliar 
rdenizen of the chestnut tree that my clubbing 
liad dislodged. This was the larva of Telia 
h olyphemus. the polyphemus moth. The moth 
liimself is a beautiful creature with a six-inch 
spread of pinky brown wrngs with a wonderful 
| eye-spot of peacock blue, dark maroon, and 
! cellow white in the after wing. The form that 
I f had picked up was a fat worm, nearly four 
nches long and fully an inch in diameter, of a 
dear, transparent yellowish green texture, orna- 
I Rented on the sides by raised lines of a silvery 
■vhite a strikingly beautiful object, so far as 
■oloring is. concerned. The larva of the Telia 
^olyphemus is no uncommon creature among oak 
md chestnut trees, although, so near is he in 
1 ‘oloring to the leaves on which he feeds, and 
j i0 high in the air does he spend his life, you 
| n ay live in the woods for years without seeing 
J me. Him I carefully stowed in another hand- 
| cerchief, tucked into another side pocket, and 
tarted for home with my chestnuts and my 
1 nenagerie. One more adventure, however, was 
n store for me. 
In the open pasture stands a tall hickory, clad 
n the golden tan of autumn foliage, dripping 
| fray nuts and blackened husks upon the pasture 
Crass beneath it. Taking his pick among these 
vas a splendid great gray squirrel, and, as I 
pproached. instead of bounding across the 
I ’Pen to the thick wood where he would have 
'een surely safe, he sprang to the trunk, and, 
j uding behind it, eyed me over the lowest limb. 
here was something of roguish defiance in his 
i ook, and I accepted the challenge. I dropped 
; uy coat on the grass that the bat and cater- 
'illar might be uncrushed in the melee, and 
j wung into the tree toward the squirrel, who 
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