munks. There was something gentle in the way they played that is not to be found in the fox-squirrel. Perhaps it was their small size that caused this impression - they might be just a lively and quick in their ways as the other squirrel. Anything small usually seems gentle. They seemed to run with an effort, but this was not so, for they got over the ground very quickly. When they run they put both forefeet down at the same time, and likewise their hind feet.
     While I was watching them, a beautiful bird song startled me;
     - startled me because of its beauty and clearness. What new bird was this? As I listened,almost breathlessly, I remembered faintly of having heard it other springs, but all I could think of was picking Johnny-Jump-ups. Doubtlessly I had heard it most when engaged in this delightful occupation. Now it seemed quite close, and I walked slowly and noiselessly along the hollow in the direction whence it came. I paused when I seemed opposite it.
     “Wolt-I-yeer, Wolt-i-yeer, wolt-i-yeer, wolt-i-yeer, wolt-i-yeer, wolt-i-yeer,” he sang, the start not very loud and hesi­tant, but swelling rapidly into a clear beautiful war-