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| The feast is finished and the games are on | Frontispiece |
| Ripe and rimy with November's frosts | 5 |
| Swinging from the limbs by their long prehensile tails | 7 |
| Under such conditions he looks quite like a ferocious beast | 10 |
| Filing through the corn-stubs | 13 |
| Here on the fence we waited | 16 |
| He had stopped for a meal on his way out | 20 |
| Playing possum | 22 |
| She was standing off a dog | 26 |
| The cheerful little goldfinches, that bend the dried ragweeds | 37 |
| There she stood in the snow with head high, listening anxiously | 45 |
| And—dreamed | 46 |
| I shivered as the icy flakes fell thicker and faster | 52 |
| The meadow-mouse | 55 |
| It was Whitefoot | 60 |
| From his leafless height he looks down into the Hollow | 63 |
| It caught at the insects in the air | 71 |
| Unlike any bird of the light | 77 |
| They peek around the tree-trunks | 83 |
| The sparrow-hawk searching the fences for them | 88 |
| In October they are building their winter lodges | 103 |
| The glimpse of Reynard in the moonlight | 106 |
| They probe the lawns most diligently for worms | 117 |
| Even he loves a listener | 118 |
| She flew across the pasture | 121 |
| Putting things to rights in his house | 122 |
| A very ordinary New England "corner" | 124 |
| They are the first to return in the spring | 127 |
| Where the dams are hawking for flies | 130 |
| They cut across the rainbow | 135 |
| The barn-swallows fetch the summer | 137 |
| From the barn to the orchard | 138 |
| Across the road, in an apple-tree, built a pair of redstarts | 140 |
| Gathered half the gray hairs of a dandelion into her beak | 143 |
In the tree next to the chebec's was a brood of robins.
The crude nest was wedged carelessly into the lowest fork of the tree,
so that the cats and roving boys could help themselves without trouble | 145 |
| I soon spied him on the wires of a telegraph-pole | 148 |
| He will come if May comes | 151 |
| Within a few feet of me dropped the lonely frightened quail | 152 |
| On they go to a fence-stake | 154 |
| It was a love-song | 156 |
| But the pair kept on together, chatting brightly |
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