The afternoon of the day when Rollo and his cousin James made their
wigwam in the woods by the brook, they were at work there again,
employed very harmoniously together, in finishing their edifice, when
suddenly Jonas, who was at work in the woods at a little distance, heard
them both calling to him, in tones of surprise and pleasure--

"O, Jonas, Jonas, come here quick--quick."

Jonas dropped his axe and ran.

When he got near them, they pointed to a log.

"See there;--see;--see there."

"What is it?" said Jonas. "O, I see it," said he.

It was a little squirrel clambering up a raspberry-bush, eating the
raspberries as he went along. He would climb up by the little branches,
and pull in the raspberries in succession, until he got to the topmost
one, when the bush would bend over with his weight until it almost
touched the log.

"Let us catch him," said Rollo, very eagerly; "do let us catch him; I
will go and get our steeple trap."

Jonas did not seem to be so very much delighted as the boys were. He
said he was certainly a cunning little fellow, but "what should we do
with him if we should catch him?"