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He had fallen in love with it at first sight, and at last he took his family and went there to live. Human neighbors were scarce around the lake, and perhaps that was one reason why we took such a lively interest in the other residents those who were there ahead of us. "Him and me's chums," my small sister said of the red-squirrel that hung around the log-barn.
He was soon gobbled, and the four awkward little foxes tried to do the same as their mother, and when at length the eldest for the first time in his life caught game, he quivered with excitement and ground his pearly little milk-teeth into the mouse with a rush of inborn savageness that must have surprised even himself. Another home lesson was on the red-squirrel.
No longer was he afraid of falling. He was quite at home on the stone wall. He knew every stone in it, and every nook and cranny. He knew exactly the best way to run along that old wall. So all he had to think about now was catching Rowdy Red-Squirrel. But Rowdy escaped.
And before Sandy could move, Rowdy had jumped straight at him. Now, as you know, Sandy Chipmunk was not the most nimble of climbers. He was a ground-squirrel; and though he often climbed into the lower branches of trees, he always felt more comfortable on the top of a rail-fence or a stone wall. But Rowdy Red-Squirrel could cling to the smallest branch.
The more it swayed beneath his weight the better he liked it. His hardest battles had been fought in the tree-tops. You see, he was never the least bit afraid of falling. Sandy Chipmunk was plucky as you know. And at first he had no thought of running away, when Rowdy Red-Squirrel jumped at him. Even when Rowdy sank his sharp teeth into one of his ears, Sandy fought his hardest.
Most of all he liked a bit of something that was covered with a white coating, which looked a good deal like snow. But it did not taste like snow at all; it was as sweet as sweet could be! Rusty Red-squirrel found a piece of the same dainty, and he explained to Frisky that it was called "cake." "I ate some once at Farmer Green's house," he said. "Farmer Green's wife makes it."
His boasting amused Jasper. First Jasper smiled. Then he laughed aloud. And after that he gave a hoarse shriek, which rang through the woods most unpleasantly. At least, that was what Rowdy Red-Squirrel thought. "What's the joke?" he asked. "The joke?" Jasper answered. "Why ha! ha! you are the joke! I don't believe you can whip one chipmunk.
He was soon gobbled, and the four awkward little foxes tried to do the same as their mother, and when at length the eldest for the first time in his life caught game, he quivered with excitement and ground his pearly little milk-teeth into the mouse with a rush of inborn savageness that must have surprised even himself. Another home lesson was on the red-squirrel.
A bluejay and a red-squirrel, two notorious thieves, were loudly berating each other for stealing, and at one time Rag's home bush was the centre of their fight; a yellow warbler caught a blue butterfly but six inches from his nose, and a scarlet and black ladybug, serenely waving her knobbed feelers, took a long walk up one grassblade, down another, and across the nest and over Rag's face and yet he never moved nor even winked.
They were more sociable than you would suppose or at least the loons were and the same small girl who had made friends with the red-squirrel learned to talk to the big birds. Down in the water the herring and a large species of salmon trout made their homes, and probably enjoyed themselves till they met with the gill-net and the trolling-hook.
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