. Bannertail; the story of a gray squirrel . ssion: She rubbed her body on the rim of the nest, she nibbled off projecting twiglets, she climbed round and round the trunk [120] The Story of a Graysquirrel below and above, thus leaving her footand body scent everywhere about, thengathered a great mouthful of springtimetwigs, with their soft green leaves, andlaid them in the Hawk nest for the floor-cloth of her own. She went farther, and found a sassa-fras, with its glorious flaming smell ofincense, its redolence of aromatic purity,and with a little surge of joy instinctiveshe gathered bundle af
. Bannertail; the story of a gray squirrel . ssion: She rubbed her body on the rim of the nest, she nibbled off projecting twiglets, she climbed round and round the trunk [120] The Story of a Graysquirrel below and above, thus leaving her footand body scent everywhere about, thengathered a great mouthful of springtimetwigs, with their soft green leaves, andlaid them in the Hawk nest for the floor-cloth of her own. She went farther, and found a sassa-fras, with its glorious flaming smell ofincense, its redolence of aromatic purity,and with a little surge of joy instinctiveshe gathered bundle after bundle of thesweet, strong twigs, spread them out forthe rug and matting of the house. AndBannertail did the same, and for a whilethey worked in harmony. Then wasstruck a harsh, discordant note. Crossing the forest floor Bannertailfound a rag, a mitten that some winterwoodcutter had cast away, and, still ob-sessed with the nursery garnish of his ownfarm-kitten days, he pounced on this andbore it gleefully to the nest that they were[121]. Bannertail abuilding. And Silvergray, what saidshe, as the evil thing was brought ? Shehad no clear ideas, no logic from the otherill-starred home. She could not say:** There was hoodoo on it, and this raggedwoollen mitt seems hoodoo-like to these were her strange smell of that other nest was likethis; that smell is linked with every evilmemory. I do not want it here. Herinstinct, the inherited wisdom of her fore-bears, indorsed this view, and as shesniffed and sniffed, the smell inspired herwith intense hostility, a hostility that inthe other nest was somewhat offset by thesmell of her loved brood, but this was not— it was wholly strange and neck hair rose, her tail trembled alittle, as, acting under the new and grow-ing impulse of violent dislike, she hurledthe offending rag far from the thresholdof her nest. Flop it went to the ground[122] The Stor^ of a Gra^squirrel below. And Bannertail, not quite und
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