. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. And the squirrel, 1 like him. 1 love his russet hilarity. I enjoy his impudence, for at sight of me he orders me off the place. I have the tax receipts. 1 have by the sweat of my face secured them ; but no difference, he has the rights of squatter sovereignity, and bids me in an unseemly and bossy fashion to quit the premises and leave the woods to him. He is delicious in his effrontery as the nip of a winter wind. He scurries across my winter leaves, zigzags up the trees, pauses not to get breath, but to give me a piece of his mind, tosses himself fro
. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. And the squirrel, 1 like him. 1 love his russet hilarity. I enjoy his impudence, for at sight of me he orders me off the place. I have the tax receipts. 1 have by the sweat of my face secured them ; but no difference, he has the rights of squatter sovereignity, and bids me in an unseemly and bossy fashion to quit the premises and leave the woods to him. He is delicious in his effrontery as the nip of a winter wind. He scurries across my winter leaves, zigzags up the trees, pauses not to get breath, but to give me a piece of his mind, tosses himself from tree- top to treetop, crows over me because 1 can not do it, sits and giggles at me, " 1 dare you to do it;" eats a nut he has stolen from me in my presence, and eats it with the method of an epicure, tosses off squirrel jokes at me, which 1 being only a man and a trifle slow do not see the fun in until the next day, and throws them at me in a catarrhal voice (for a squirrel always has a cold which affects his bronchial tubes), and while taking another one of my walnuts from his pocket, he sails off without the courtesy of an " Excuse me, please;" notwithstanding 1 like him, and had 1 my way, no squirrel should ever be shot in my woods. I would pension him to stay. But come, friend, and 1 will take you through my farm, or to speak with greater accuracy in deference to my neighbors and critics, 1 will take you up and down my farm, and you shall see for yourself what riches 1 am master of. Come to the hilltop. This hill, to use the phrase of our sweet friend, Alfred Tennyson, is " tiptilted like the petal of a flower," which is poetry for the prose of pug-nosed. This hill has considerable individuality, for which 1 praise it. There is no hill just like it hereabouts, nor for that matter thereabouts—wherever that is. I want you to notice this view, actually it beats all. 1 have traveled— well, 1 will not boast, 1 simply say 1 have traveled—let
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