. Bannertail; the story of a gray squirrel . CHAPTER XXXHIS AWAKENING fT was late on that fourthday when Bannertail was a little better slowly went down thattree, tail first; very sick, in-deed, is a Squirrel when he goes down atree tail first. Sweet, cooling water washis need, and again a fragrant meal of thetonic strawberries; then back to the day he was up with the morningRobins, and now was possessed of the im-pulse to go home. Vague pictures of hismate and little ones, and the merry hometree, came on his ever-clearer brain. Heset out with a few short hops, as he
. Bannertail; the story of a gray squirrel . CHAPTER XXXHIS AWAKENING fT was late on that fourthday when Bannertail was a little better slowly went down thattree, tail first; very sick, in-deed, is a Squirrel when he goes down atree tail first. Sweet, cooling water washis need, and again a fragrant meal of thetonic strawberries; then back to the day he was up with the morningRobins, and now was possessed of the im-pulse to go home. Vague pictures of hismate and little ones, and the merry hometree, came on his ever-clearer brain. Heset out with a few short hops, as he usedto go, and, first sign of sanity, he stopped[201]. Bannertail to fluff his tail. He noticed that it wassoiled with gum. Nothing can dethronethat needful basic instinct to keep inorder and perfect the tail. He set towork and combed and licked each longand silvered hair; he fluffed it out andtried its billowy beauty, and having madesure of its perfect trim he kept on, cleanedhis coat, combed it, went to the brook-side and washed his face and paws cleanof every trace of that unspeakable stuff,and in the very cleansing gave himselfnew strength. Sleek and once moresomewhat like himself he was, when onhe went, bounding homeward with notshort bounds, but using every little look-out on the way to peer around and fluffand jerk his tail. Back at the home tree at last, nearlyseven suns had come and gone since thefamily had seen him. The first impulse of the little mother[202] The Story of a Graysquirrel was hostility. A stranger is always ahostile in the woods. But he flicked thewhite flag on his tail tip, and slowlyclimbed the tree. The youngst
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