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Group Title: Snowflake series
Title: Frisky the squirrel
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00054516/00001
 Material Information
Title: Frisky the squirrel
Series Title: Snowflake series
Physical Description: 15 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 21 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Bowen, C. E ( Charlotte Elizabeth ), 1817-1890
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLouchlin Bro's.
Place of Publication: New-York
Publication Date: c1889
Subject: Squirrels -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1889
Bldn -- 1889
Genre: Children's poetry
fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Cover title.
General Note: "By C.E.B."--Caption.
General Note: Written in rhymed couplets.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00054516
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 001864262
oclc - 26693689
notis - AJT8746

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BY C. E. B.

ONE day a wounded squirrel lay half dead upon the ground;
A hunter passing with his gun, the little creature found.

Young Archie Gray, of Fawley Hall, was also in the wood,
And begged that he might take it home to save it, if he could.

The hunter shook his head in doubt; "'twas too far gone," he said,
He fear'd that ere the morning came, the squirrel would be dead.

But care and skill will wonders work; and I am glad to tell,
That very soon through Archie's care, it grew quite strong and well.

Ere long the merry little thing was sociable and tame,
And being very frolicksome, "Frisky" became its name.

He'd spring and gambol round the room, performing antics droll;
Or climb, and gravely take his seat upon the curtain pole.

When, wearied out with all his play, he felt inclined to sleep,
He'd gently steal to Archie's side then in his pocket creep.

And there, curl'd up so warm and snug, he'd put himself to bed;
His nose tuck'd in between his paws, his tail wound round his head.,

Summer and Autumn pass'd away Frisky was six months old;
When suddenly a frost set in; the air grew keen and cold.
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The old folks shiv'ring, drew their chairs close to the warm fireside;
The young ones hasten'd to the ponds, rejoiced to skate and slide.

And many gathered on the banks the pleasant sight to see,
Of skaters gliding o'er the ice so quick and merrily.

Now Archie thought that he
should like to try and learn
to skate,
Though quite aware that many -
falls at first would be his

He knew a pond near Carlton wood, about a mile from home;
And there he thought he'd go, because no other boys would come.

His mother warned him to be sure and leave before 'twas dark;
And not to take the public road, but go across the park.

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Protected well against the cold, young Archie walked away;
Whilst in the pocket of his coat the little squirrel lay.

As soon as Archie tried his skates, he got a desperate fall-
A fate awaiting ev'ry one who cannot skate at all!

Poor Frisky getting bump'd and thump'd, squeak'd out with fright
and pain,
And Archie thought it would not do to serve him thus again.

So slipping off his over-coat, in which the squirrel lay,
He placed it gently on the ground, supposing he would stay.

Frisky, more frightened far than hurt, lay curl'd up like a ball,
Indulging in a fit of sulks, because he'd had a fall.

Then Archie hasten'd back to skate, and in his heart was glad,
No one was standing by to see the tumbles that he had.

But as he wisely persever'd, he grew expert at last;
And 'twas with much regret he found his time of leave was past.

To fetch the squirrel and his coat was now the boy's first care;
Imagine then his great dismay to find he was not there !

He search'd about, but not a trace of Frisky could he see;
Except some nut-shells he had left beneath a neighboring tree.

At home, he always used to come in answer to his name;
But now, though Archie loudly called, no little Frisky came.

Yet all this time upon a gate which led within the wood,
Scarcely a stone's throw from the pond, a little figure stood.

Twas Frisky, brandishing his tail and looking round with glee;
Most likely thinking to himself, "how sweet is liberty. "


But suddenly whilst there he sat,
he caught his master's eyes;
Who, shouting joyfully, ran off,
4 hoping to seize his prize.

"No, no," thought Frisky, "free I "
am, and free I mean to be!"
So, just as Archie reached the gate,
he sprang upon a tree.-

Over the gatewith lighteningapeed his eager master flew,
No farther could he follow him, the cunning squirrel knew.

So, climbing to an upper branch, he sat there quite at ease,
Seeming as if he thought it fun his master thus to tease.

For as poor Archie stood below, in very mournful case,
The rogue threw down some wither'd leaves upon his upturned face,

And then from tree to tree he sprang, thinking it famous fun
To keep his master going too as fast as he could run.

The wood was getting very dark, for now 'twas nearly night;
No longer could poor Archie keep the squirrel in his sight.




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His heart was sad and sorrowful, he felt all hope was o'er;
Frisky, too charm'd with liberty would come again no more !

Another trouble now arose, he found he'd lost his way;
And fear'd that in the lonely wood he all night long must stay.

Fill'd with alarm, the boy began most bitterly to cry;
He dreaded lest perhaps with cold and hunger he should die.

Two long hours pass'd, yet there he was, still toiling to and fro;
As far as ever from the point to which he ought to go.

His teeth were chatt'ring with the cold, his fingers numb'd by frost;
And dreadful stories filled his mind of people who'd been lost.

At length he sunk upon the ground, completely wearied out;
His limbs felt stiff, his strength was gone from wandering about.

Now very soon the moon arose, with soft and silv'ry light;
And full of comfort to the boy was such a cheering sight.

He find that close beside him stood a large old hollow tree;
And thought that if he crept inside, much warmer he would be.

Some of the bark had crumbled off, leaving an opening wide;
And, putting in his hand, he found a heap of leaves inside.

These, being very soft and dry, would serve him for a bed;
But Archie would not go to rest before his prayers were said.

How thankfully he call' d to mind that God could hear a prayer,
Offer'd from church, or house, or wood-for God is everywhere.

He knelt with boyish confidence, protection to implore;
And when he rose, no longer felt as lonely as before.


Then through the opening I have nam'd within the tree he crept,
And soon upon his leafy bed he comfortably slept.

At home, his absence after dark had caused intense alarm,
Lest some occurrence unforeseen, had brought the boy to harm.

And anxiously they sallied forth, and sought him all around;
But long in vain-no trace of him could anywhere be found.

At length his father, in the search, the hollow tree espied;
He held his lantern to the hole, and threw its light inside.

A joyful sight it must have been his truant boy to see,
Unhurt and safe, and slumb'ring sound, within the shelt'ring tree.

"Archie, my lad!" the father cried, "you've found a cosy place
In which to sleep, whilst giving me a very anxious chase!

"Wake up wake up! and let us haste to
calm your mother's fear;
And tell me, as we walk along, what can
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Archie arous'd, was quite perplex'd to think where he could be;
He wondered much to find himself inside a hollow tree!

But as his memory recalled all that had lately pass'd,
Thankful, indeed, was he to know that help had come at last.

And then he told them how he'd tried to follow Frisky's flight;
And wandering on, had been at length o'ertaken by the night.

'Tis scarcely needful here to tell how great his mother's joy,
When safe and sound within her arms she found other missing boy

Welcome to Archie's dazzled eyes the cheerful room and light,
And not less welcome, we suspect, his supper was to-night.

But more than ever now he miss'd his merry little pet;
He thought of all his winning ways and antics with regret.

They both had liv'd so happily companions day by day;
He felt as though a friend he lov'd were taken quite away.

All of a sudden Archie starts, then gives a joyous shout;
No wonder! From his coat behold, the squirrel has sprung out!

Yes! there he'd been, he never thought of running quite away;
Though he had teased his master thus, it all had been in play.

High on a branch he kept a watch on Archie down below;
And saw him when the moon appear' d within the old tree go.

All fun was over now; he knew 'twas time to be in bed;
Arid 'found it very cold to sit upon a bough instead.

At length he thought he'd scramble down within the tree to peep;
-Where, as the reader is aware, Archie was fast asleep.


At once the cunning fellow saw the best thing he could do,
Would be to creep within the hole, and go to sleep there too!
He mov'd so very noiselessly, no sound had Archie heard;
Though Frisky slid inside his coat, he neither woke nor stirr'd.
So all this time, whilst he supposed his little pet had fled,
There he was lying, warm and snug within his usual bed.
And now he made him understand by signs which Archie knew,
That, having fasted like himself, he wanted supper too.
He stretch'd his limbs, and wash'd his face, as soon as he'd been fed,
Then he and Archie, both tired out, were glad to go to bed.
'Tis said, as Frisky older grew, he learnt, to mend his ways,
And never after this event played truant all his days.
I've finished now, my little friends, the tale I had to tell,
And hoping you have been amused, I bid you all farewell.

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