chapt. ex ex ex eye ve: in which scott has a birthday

chapt. ex ex ex eye vee: in which scott has a birthday
many bappy returns of tbe day, says piglet) & buys himself a puppy

soon the scent of burning leaves is too much. hunting season
the crisp flannel air and hot oatmeal: instead of fishin'

crunching out through the yawping woods. with his terrier
legs spindled as muskets. his slight chest heaves. his slender derriere

a pale chalkmark among the birches. for a time he sits and smokes
scratching the curious brown dog behind its ears. -- then snow

dusting down like dandruff on their collars. they wait on haunches
listen for the woodchuck or roebuck: they have their lunches

and the whiteness covers them almost completely. almost
far enough away from this moon and those rabbits and the geese