He is seldom killed by hunters, for he is too small to encourage much of their attention, and when pursued in settled regions becomes excessively shy, and keeps close in the furrows of the highest trunks, many of which are of the same color as himself.

Indian boys, however, lie in wait with unbounded patience to shoot them with arrows.

In the lower and middle zones a few fall a prey to rattlesnakes.

Occasionally he is pursued by hawks and wildcats, etc.

But, upon the whole, he dwells safely in the deep bosom of the woods, the most highly favored of all his happy tribe.
May his tribe increase! [Illustration: TRYING THE BOW.].