Paul kept this squirrel until after he had left college.

The crowded streets of the city seemed to bewilder it, and it jumped from his pocket to the sidewalk.

A man passing struck it with a cane and killed it.

Paul grieved long over his pet; but from this experience he acquired a great control over animals and always had a supply in hand to train.

He carried snakes and bugs and mice and lizards in his pockets and at one time had a white rat that came very near to filling the place of the lost May.