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| The feast is finished and the games are on | Frontispiece |
| The cheerful little goldfinches, that bend the dried ragweeds | 7 |
| There she stood in the snow with head high, listening anxiously And—dreamed | 16 |
| I shivered as the icy flakes fell thicker and faster | 22 |
| The meadow-mouse | 25 |
| It was Whitefoot | 30 |
| From his leafless height he looks down into the Hollow | 33 |
| Uncle Jethro limbered his stiffened knees and went chuckling down the bank | 36 |
| The big moon was rising over the meadows | 39 |
| Section of muskrat's house | 40 |
| The snow has drifted over their house till only a tiny mound appears | 43 |
| They rubbed noses | 45 |
| Two little brown creatures washing calamus. | 46 |
| They probe the lawns most diligently for worms | 57 |
| Even he loves a listener | 58 |
| She flew across the pasture | 61 |
| A very ordinary New England "corner" | 64 |
| They are the first to return in the spring | 67 |
| Where the dams are hawking for flies | 70 |
| They cut across the rainbow | 75 |
| The barn-swallows fetch the summer | 77 |
| From the barn to the orchard | 78 |
| Across the road, in an apple-tree, built a pair of redstarts | 80 |
| Gathered half the gray hairs of a dandelion into her beak | 83 |
| 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 | 85 |
| I soon spied him on the wires of a telegraph-pole | 88 |
| He will come if May comes | 91 |
| Within a few feet of me dropped the lonely frightened quail | 92 |
| On they go to a fence-stake | 94 |
| It was a love-song | 96 |
| But the pair kept on together, chatting brightly | 101 |
| In a dead yellow birch | 103 |
| So close I can look directly into it | 104 |
| "Spring! spring! spring!" | 114 |
| A wretched little puddle | 117 |
| Calamity is hot on his track | 140 |
| Bunny, meantime, is watching just inside the next brier-patch | 143 |
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| The squat is a cold place | 145 |
| The limp, lifeless one hanging over the neck of that fox | 148 |
| His drop is swift and certain | 153 |
| Seven young ones in the nest | 159 |
| I knew it suited exactly | 166 |
| With tail up, head cocked, very much amazed, and commenting vociferously | 168 |
| In a solemn row upon the wire fence | 171 |
| Young flying-squirrels | 172 |
| The sentinel crows are posted | 174 |
| She turned and fixed her big black eyes hard on me | 179 |
| Wrapped up like little Eskimos | 180 |
| It is no longer a sorry forest of battered, sunken stumps | 183 |
| Even the finger-board is a living pillar of ivy | 186 |
| In October they are building their winter lodges | 199 |
| The glimpse of Reynard in the moonlight | 202 |
