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260 out seeing hide or hair of their interesting cousin. Flying squirrels stir abroad after dark; not because their deeds are evil (though they are said to like small birds and birds' eggs), but because—well, as the wise old nursery saw very conclusively puts it, because "it is their nature to."

Several times during the past winter I made attempts to see them (the story of one of these attempts has been told in a previous chapter), but always without success, though twice I was taken to a nest that was known to be in use. The other day I went to the same place again, the friend who conducted me having found a squirrel there that very forenoon. He shook the tree, a small gray birch, with a nest of leaves and twigs perched in its top, and out peeped the squirrel. "See him?" said my friend. "Yes." Then he gave the tree a harder shake, and in a moment the creature spread his "wings" and sailed gracefully away, landing on the trunk of an oak not far off, at about the height of my head. There he clung, his large handsome eye, full of a startled emotion, fastened upon me. I wondered if he would