IN FEATHERS AND FUR. 9 
little tracks are often found on the snow, and long tunnels that he 
has made, under it. 
One of the field mouse tribe that lives in Siberia, stores up 
such quantities of dried roots and other food to last through the 
long dreary winter of that country, that the half starved people who 
live there too, hunt out his storehouses, and carry off most of the 
food for their own use. 
But after all, none of the mouse family are a bit wiser or pret- 
tier then the little brown fellows who live in our houses. They too 
make their nests in the shape of a ball, and they choose funny 
places to put them. 
I have read of several droll mouse houses. One was built in 
an empty bottle, which lay on a high shelf. Another was under a 
sitting hen's nest, and the saucy little builder nibbled the feathers 
off the tail of the patient old hen, to make a feather bed for her 
babies. 
The oddest mouse nest I ever heard of was made in a loaf of 
fresh bread, standing on a pantry shelf. The little brown mother 
