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garret. What were their thoughts I
cannot tell. But, if I may judge of
what was passing sn their minds by
their actions, | should certainly con-
clude that they were puzzled by such
thoughts as these: ‘‘ What does all
this mean? Am I alive or not? How
came I here? Where am 1? How
did I get out of my snug home in
the hickory tree? Why did I wake
so soon? Is ib spring or not? Who
knows? Why am I cooped up here ?
Why, I can't get out. I can see out,
plainly enough. But when I try to
go out, that is quite another matter.