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Identifier: littlefolksinfea00mill (find matches)
Title: Little folks in feathers and fur, and others in neither
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: (Miller, Harriet (Mann) Mrs.), 1831- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Zoology
Publisher: Hartford, Conn., Dustin, Gilman & co. Cincinnati, Ohio, Queen city publishing co. (etc., etc.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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squirrel to eat them, nibbling off one end and digging out themeat. He dont sleep so soundly as some of his cousins; indeed his IN FEATHERS AND FUR. 9 little tracks are often found on the snow, and long tunnels that hehas made, under it. One of the field mouse tribe that lives in Siberia, stores upsuch quantities of dried roots and other food to last through thelong dreary winter of that country, that the half starved people wholive there too, hunt out his storehouses, and carry off most of thefood for their own use. But after all, none of the mouse family are a bit wiser or pret-tier then the little brown fellows who live in our houses. They toomake their nests in the shape of a ball, and they choose funnyplaces to put them. I have read of several droll mouse houses. One was built inan empty bottle, which lay on a high shelf. Another was under asitting hens nest, and the saucy little builder nibbled the feathersoff the tail of the patient old hen, to make a feather bed for herbabies.
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The oddest mouse nest I ever heard of was made in a loaf offresh bread, standing on a pantry shelf. The little brown mother 10 LITTLE FOLKS was so industrious that in less than two days she dug out the insideof the loaf, cut up some paper for lining, made her nest and putnine little pink babies in it. Poor little mousie ! Im afraid the crusts brown walls were nota very safe home for the wee babies. Perhaps you have heard of singing mice. Not long ago I reada true story of a man who heard one about the house for some days,and at last caught it. It was not a house mouse; it was a fieldmouse, and its famous singing was much like the song of a cricket.He had it as a pet for a year or two. Several times it got out, butdid not know enough to stop singing, and so was caught again. Butat last it ran away, and they never saw it again. All these little fellows belong to the family of Rodents, becausethey gnaw and nibble their food. I dont see why they couldnt justcall them gnawers—and done wi

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