LITTLE MITCHELL’S FIRST CHESTNUT 75 “He took it in his baby hands, and sat up, and looked around, very wise indeed.” LITTLE MITCHELL WASHES HIS FACE 87 “Out there in the corn-field he climbed quickly up to her shoulder, and sat there and washed his face with his little hands.” LITTLE MITCHELL LIKES CHINKAPINS 95 “He sat on the Lady’s knee and cracked chinkapins, and would give the shells a toss that sent them far away.” LITTLE MITCHELL ON A FROLIC 107 “Hop, hop, went Little Mitchell, all up and down the room.” LITTLE MITCHELL IN HIS BOX 119 “There he lay on his back, like a hot, tired, human little baby.” LITTLE MITCHELL’S VISITOR 131 “He scampered off as if the old cat were after him.” LITTLE MITCHELL AND HIS WHEEL 143 “As soon as he moved the wheel began to turn, and he began to run.” LITTLE MITCHELL PLAYS WITH HIS TAIL 155 “It was funny to see him hanging by his hind toes from his screen, head downward, and play with his tail.” LITTLE MITCHELL PLAYS WITH A STRING 169 “Across the room and back again he would chase it.” LITTLE MITCHELL SITS IN HIS CHAIR 181 “He sat in the doll’s chair before the little table, and ate his supper.” LITTLE MITCHELL LISTENS TO THE WHISTLE 189 “He would climb up on the screen, and there he would stay, as still as a mouse.” LITTLE MITCHELL LITTLE MITCHELL _THE STORY OF A MOUNTAIN SQUIRREL_ I LITTLE MITCHELL’S LADY COMES Baby Mitchell was an August squirrel. That is, he was born in the month of August. His pretty gray mother found a nice hole, high up in the crotch of a tall chestnut tree, for her babies’ nest; and I know she lined it with soft fur plucked from her own loving little breast,—for that is the way the squirrel mothers do. This chestnut tree grew on the side of a steep mountain,—none other than Mount Mitchell, the highest mountain peak in all the eastern half of the United States. It is in North Carolina, where there are a great many beautiful mountains, but none of them more beautiful than Mount Mitchell, with the great forest trees on its slopes. One of these forest trees was the big chestnut where Baby Mitchell was born. In the warm and lovely summer he lay safe in his snug nest twenty feet above the ground. How many little brothers and sisters there were, I do not know, for a very sad thing happened, and all of them died but Little Mitchell. I must tell you what this sad thing was that happened to the little squirrels.