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Show Page 83 move. It was not till Cisly had started back toward his ax and Anne and I were waving farewell that it rose to its feet and scurried off into the trees. I laughed as I watched it disappear. Indeed there were strange sights in Virginia. An animal with a pocket! But the day was not yet done and I was to see a stranger sight still. ******************** After leaving Anne and Cisly, I again stopped to fill my basket with strawberries, marvelling at the sounds of the Virginia forest. The buzz/hum/chirp, chatter/squawk/warble of the tiny creatures of the wood made a thunderous loud noise upon my English ears. But the noise was not so loud that I did not hear another, even less-familiar sound. From behind me came a frightful snuffling and grunting. What manner of creature was making the noise I knew not. I had heard tales of small bears that inhabited that area, also of wolves, though it was said they were not much larger than our English fox. My stomach was churning as I slowly turned to face whatever dreadful creature approached. I saw nothing save the waggle of the bushes. Yet the sound--the grunting, snuffling, woofing-was coming nearer. Babe that I was, I waited not to |