. St. Nicholas [serial]. top of the trap fall flat, and what was it inside that sounded like a smallcyclone rushing to and fro ? Poor Chickaree ! how did he feel when thatsudden clap shut him into a black box, with noway of escape ? As he crouched in terror he heard a voicecrying, Oh, Anne, we ve got him! Whatshall we do with him ? Another voice pro-nounced his doom: We must take him to themountain. Tell John to harness right away. The mountain / Oh, what was the mountain ?poor Chickaree wondered. But he kept verystill while he felt the trap lifted and presentlyjolting along a stony road. Afte
. St. Nicholas [serial]. top of the trap fall flat, and what was it inside that sounded like a smallcyclone rushing to and fro ? Poor Chickaree ! how did he feel when thatsudden clap shut him into a black box, with noway of escape ? As he crouched in terror he heard a voicecrying, Oh, Anne, we ve got him! Whatshall we do with him ? Another voice pro-nounced his doom: We must take him to themountain. Tell John to harness right away. The mountain / Oh, what was the mountain ?poor Chickaree wondered. But he kept verystill while he felt the trap lifted and presentlyjolting along a stony road. After a long time a voice called out Whoa ! and the trap was lifted again. Miss Annesvoice exclaimed: This is a lovely place ! Lethim out on the stone wall. Another minute, and up went the top of thetrap. Chickaree saw blue sky, sunshine, tree-tops. Free ! In less time than it takes to tell ithe was away. Just a streak of red fur andwaving tail, and that was the last the ladies ofthe Brown House ever saw of little Q-i\IOl,c->F>> c/ By Margaret Johnson.
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