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But the pair kept on together, chatting brightly |
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In a dead yellow birch |
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So close I can look directly into it |
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Uncle Jethro limbered his stiffened knees and went chuckling down the bank |
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The big moon was rising over the meadows |
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Section of muskrat's house |
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The snow has drifted over their house till only a tiny mound appears |
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They rubbed noses |
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Two little brown creatures washing calamus |
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She melted away among the dark pines like a shadow |
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She called me every wicked thing that she could think of |
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It was one of those cathedral-like clumps |
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They were watching me |
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A triumph of love and duty over fear |
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He wants to know where I am and what I am about |
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In the agony of death |
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Calamity is hot on his track |
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Bunny, meantime, is watching just inside the next brier-patch |
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The squat is a cold place |
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The limp, lifeless one hanging over the neck of that fox |
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His drop is swift and certain |
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Seven young ones in the nest |
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The land of the mushroom |
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Witch-hazel |
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I knew it suited exactly |
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With tail up, head cocked, very much amazed, and commenting vociferously |
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In a solemn row upon the wire fence |
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Young flying-squirrels |
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The sentinel crows are posted |
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She turned and fixed her big black eyes hard on me |
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Wrapped up like little Eskimos |
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It is no longer a sorry forest of battered, sunken stumps |
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