The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-11-26

--CnaCCerer the heu oqulTrel. Chatterer the Red Squirrel was busy. He was just as busy as it was possible
 for Red Squirrel to be. Having dis
 covered that through his own selfish ness he had cheated himself out of 9ven a share of those fat hickory nuts which had grown on certain big hickory tree, he wisely wasted no more tune trying to find out where they had 'een hidden by his big cousin, Rusty the Fox Squirrel Winter would soon he at hand, and he must have his store
 houses filled Of co sse, he knew
 where there were other hlckory trees
 and where there were chestnut .rees
 and beech trees. They were furtAer
 from home than that certain big nick
 ory tree, and this meant longer jour neys back and forth.
 But those storehouses must be filled,
 and so Chatterer went to work with will, for he isn't lazy. There isn't lazy hair on him. Under a beech tree on the edge of the Green Forest he found his small cousin, Striped Chip munk, hard at work. Not far away, where the chestnuts lay hidden under brown leaves on the ground, he soind ms DlRRer OOuStli I1dPPy odth S'C SfhS I Squirrel, hard at work. Strange to say, 1 he didn't once try to quarrel with them.
 He was too busy to quarrel. Besides l he didn't feel like quarreling. You see
 having once settled down to work, he 1 found so much pleasure in that that ne no longer felt ill-natured.
 1 Only when he discovered Rusty il @
 Fox Squirrel also at work did Chatterer
 feel angry. Then he stopped for few minutes to scold and call this biggest cousin thief and other bad names, Then realizing that he was wasting precious time, he went to work agaln 1 and his temper cooled and his i'll nature disappeared.
 ] By and by he thought of a certain hickory tree that grew by itself just l beyond the edge of the Green Forest.
 Happy Jack was busy among the chest
 nuts, Striped Chipmunk was busy LII der the beech trees and Rusty was ousy under another hickory tree some Lis-
 tance off. Unseen, Chatterer slipped
 away and raced over to that tree he
 had remembered. Just as he hoped, there We're many fat nuts on the
 ground under it.. It was plain that no l one had yet visited it. Not far away lay hollow log with a knothole n it, 1 a hole just big enough for Chatterer to tSHp tHIOu6Hs put tOO M SAt'iSA Happy Jack or Rusty. It was handy storehouse, and Chatterer started stow l ing away those fat nuts in it as fast as l he could.
 For a long time he was too busy to think of anything else. Then, as he popped his head out of the hole in that hollow log after slowing away par ticularly fat nut, he saw something that made him pull his head in again in s hurry. 1t was hunter. It was a hunter with a terrible gun, and he Was hunting for Squirrels. Chatterer xnaw that by the way he was looking up in that hickory tree and holding his-ierri- ble gun ready to shoot quickly.
 Chatterer wasn't afraid. He felt per Ifectly safe where he was because the hunter kidn't know he was there md also because he had long ago learned that hunters would seldom shoot at such little fellow as he. That hunter was looking for Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel, the big cousin wits whom he so often auarreled. Chatlerer guessed this at once. But it made him just as angry as if that hunter had been look ling for him. That hunter wasn't nunt- ling because he was hungry. He waa hunting to kill just for sport, and hat
 made Chatterer angry. What fun ,here lcould be in killing just for the sake of killing he couldn't understand at all. It