. Bannertail; the story of a gray squirrel . Cn The Story of a Graysquirrel a veritable trail fork. Had Bannertailbeen fed and full, the tiny little sense ofrepulsion would have turned the scale,would have reasserted and strengthenedthe first true verdict of his guides — Bad,let it alone. But it had an attractivenut-like aroma that was sweetly appetiz-ing, that set his mouth a-watering; andthis thing turned the scale — he was hun-gry. He nibbled and liked it, and nibbledyet more. And though it was a big,broad mushroom, he stopped not till it allwas gone. Food, good food it surely it wa
. Bannertail; the story of a gray squirrel . Cn The Story of a Graysquirrel a veritable trail fork. Had Bannertailbeen fed and full, the tiny little sense ofrepulsion would have turned the scale,would have reasserted and strengthenedthe first true verdict of his guides — Bad,let it alone. But it had an attractivenut-like aroma that was sweetly appetiz-ing, that set his mouth a-watering; andthis thing turned the scale — he was hun-gry. He nibbled and liked it, and nibbledyet more. And though it was a big,broad mushroom, he stopped not till it allwas gone. Food, good food it surely it was something more; the weirdjuices that are the earth-childs blood en-tered into him and set the fountains ofhis life force playing with marvellouspower. He was elated. He was full offight. He flung out a defiant Qua! ata Hen-hawk flying over. He rummagedthrough the pines to find that fighting[169]. Bannertail Redsquirrel. He leaped tree gaps that hewould not at another time have , and he fell, too; but the ample silverplume behind was there to land him softlyon the earth. He made a long, far, racingjourney, saw hills and woods that werenew to him. He came to a big farmhouselike the one his youth had known, butpassed it by, and galloped to another hill-side. From the top of a pine he ventedhis wild spirits in a boisterous song — thesong of spring and fine weather, and thesong of autumn time and vigor. The sun was low when, feeling his ela-tion gone, feeling dumb and drowsy, in-deed, he climbed the homestead tree andglided into the old Hawk nest to curl inhis usual place beside his family. Silvergray sniffed suspiciously; she smelled his whiskers, she nibble-nibbled with tongue and lips at the odd-smelling specks of whitish food on his coat, and the [170] The Stor^ of a Graysquirrel juices staining his face and paws. Newfood; it was strange, but pleased her little
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