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promptly scampered up the trunk fifteen feet 
or so. poked his head over another limb, and 
undeniably winked at me. 
The gray squirrel is clever, but even on his 
own tree his reasoning did not go very far. I 
was steadily driving him to the top, where he 
would be cornered, but he did not run out on 
a limb and drop to a lower one, and then 
scramble down the tree and away, as he so 
easily might. He went straight on toward the 
top and I after him. Hickory is tough, and 
even its small limbs will hold much weight. I 
could go as high as the squirrel could. _ On the 
topmost bough he poised. I was within arm’s 
reach. A gray squirrel has long, keen teeth, 
and knows well how to use them in self-defense, 
yet you may grasp one safely if you will do it 
right. Take him with the full hand from be¬ 
hind with the thumb and finger round his neck 
and meeting below his jaw. Thus you may 
hold him securely, uninjured, and be free from 
harm yourself. I have often pulled grown 
squirrels from the nest in this way. 
But before my hand reached him the squirrel 
launched himself into the air, with a bound that 
carried him in his flight clear of all limbs. It 
was forty feet to the drouth-hardened pasture 
turf, and immediately I keenly regretted my 
frolic. A fall from that height, I thought, could 
but end in the death or injury of my friend. I 
looked to see him go to his finish, but he did 
nothing of the kind. Instead, he spread his legs 
wide, stiffened his tail, and fairly seemed to 
flatten himself as be went down, scaling to 
the ground instead of falling inertly, and though 
he struck with a considerable thud, he was up 
and scampering for the wood immediately. The 
squirrel had won, though I can but think it was 
a foolhardy trick, and he would have done much 
better to slip down from tip to tip of the 
hickory limbs and circumvent me by circum¬ 
navigating me. 
The crimson of the sunset lighted the path 
home with lambent radiance that made a twi¬ 
light of the yellow glow beneath the birches 
and dulled the fire of the sumacs on the upland 
to a red as of dying embers. The purple wood- 
grass caught and held the complementaries of 
these fires reflected in its shadow till I seemed 
to stride through ashes of roses to the dun 
shadows of lilacs in my own dooryard. Here I 
bethought me of the bat, too long enshrouded 
in my pocket for his comfort, perhaps, and I 
unknotted the handkerchief, planning to slip 
him into an empty squirrel cage for a day’s 
observation before I set him free. But I had 
forgotten that the sun was now below the 
horizon, and that the bat could see as well as 
I could. Seemingly he could see quicker, for 
before I could put fingers on him he slipped 
from the fold of the handkerchief, dove into the 
air, and with swift sculling wings mounted over 
the treetops and was away like the wind. 
However. I had my chestnuts left and my 
Telia polyphemus larva. Him I put in the butter¬ 
fly cage without delay, along with some chest¬ 
nut leaves on which he might feed. He pro¬ 
ceeded instead to spin himself a cocoon, rolling 
himself in one of the leaves in the corner of the 
box. There he will sleep lightly till soring, 
when I hope to see him come out a full-grown 
moth. I shall watch for him with much in¬ 
terest, for this species is very variable, and 
many aberrant forms and local races occur. 
There are even albinos, and melanic specimens 
also have been noted with the wings almost 
black.—Winthrop Packard in Boston Tran¬ 
script. 
A BREATHING HOLE. 
Boston. Mass., Oct. 2. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: Long live Forest and Stream! I 
rely on it as a seal does on his breathing hole! 
C. H. Ames. 
All the -fish laws of the United States and 
Canada, revised to date and nozv in force, are 
given in the Game Laws in Brief. See adv. 
