tin whistle, or any other little kickshaw that the remembrance of
a boy's pocket may suggest--and the chances are that he will come
back again, finding curiosity so richly rewarded.

That is another point to remember: all the Wood Folk are more
curious about you than you are about them. Sit down quietly in
the woods anywhere, and your coming will occasion the same stir
that a stranger makes in a New England hill town. Control your
curiosity, and soon their curiosity gets beyond control; they
must come to find out who you are and what you are doing. Then
you have the advantage; for, while their curiosity is being
satisfied, they forget fear and show you many curious bits of
their life that you will never discover otherwise.

As to the source of these sketches, it is the same as that of the
others years of quiet observation in the woods and fields, and
some old notebooks which hold the records of summer and winter
camps in the great wilderness.

My kind publishers announced, some time ago, a table of contents,
which included chapters on jay and fish-hawk, panther, and
musquash, and a certain savage old bull moose that once took up
his abode too near my camp for comfort. My only excuse for their
non-appearance is that my little book was full before their turn
came. They will find their place, I trust, in another volume
presently.

STAMFORD, CONN., June, 1901. Wm. J. LONG.