. The trial to the woods. d even when his bodyhad grown cold his jaws would grip the cats throatlike a vice. Si found them there two days later, when he wentto look for Nipper. The snow was crimsoned foryards around, and there were evidences of a des-perate struggle, but the bulldogs jaws were stillfrozen to the cats throat, and both dog and cat weredead. Poor old Nipper, sobbed the boy as he priedopen the dogs jaws, and stroked his satin head,you were game to the very end. Two Forest Hymns When I become world weary and the daily roundof commonplace things no longer satisfies, I hitch alittle
. The trial to the woods. d even when his bodyhad grown cold his jaws would grip the cats throatlike a vice. Si found them there two days later, when he wentto look for Nipper. The snow was crimsoned foryards around, and there were evidences of a des-perate struggle, but the bulldogs jaws were stillfrozen to the cats throat, and both dog and cat weredead. Poor old Nipper, sobbed the boy as he priedopen the dogs jaws, and stroked his satin head,you were game to the very end. Two Forest Hymns When I become world weary and the daily roundof commonplace things no longer satisfies, I hitch alittle bay mare, called Dolly, to an old carriagewhich I have previously laden with fishing tackle,blankets, and provisions, and go away to ThreeLakes to be rejuvenated. The true lover of Naturecan, at will, lay his heart to hers and literally be born i68 again even as the embryos and buds are quickenedinto new life in the springtime. For the last three miles the way to Three Lakesleads through deep woods where the road is grown. Blue Jay with grass part of the way, occasionally as high as thehorses knees. Here friendly bushes crowd close upto the carriage and sweep its top with soft fingers. Myriads of the shy little folk of the wood comescolding and twittering, protesting against this inva-sion of their domain. A squirrel barks at me angrily,and the jay, who is a natural spy, gives his note ofalarm and flies away through the tree tops to tell allthe rest of the birds that the curious biped calledman is coming, sitting in an odd nest, while astrange animal draws him. The fence along which the ^red squirrel is fleeingwith news of my coming goes directly by the cottage 169 and the lakes, so that the news of my approach willprecede me. To most of us who keep our eyes open the forestis like a great book which we can read almost aseasily as we can a printed page. Did you notice thatspring in the maple Hmb just ahead? It meansthat a squirrel has jumped from it to another perch,from which h
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