III
THE WONDERFUL JOURNEY
OF NILS
ON THE FARM
Thursday, March twenty-fourth.
JUST at that time a thing happened in
Skåne which created a good deal of
discussion and even got into the newspapers
but which many believed to be a fable,
because they had not been able to explain it.
It was about like this: A lady squirrel had been captured in the hazelbrush that grew on the shores of Vomb Lake, and was carried to a farmhouse close by. All the folks on the farm—both young and old—were delighted with the pretty creature with the bushy tail, the wise, inquisitive eyes, and the natty little feet. They intended to amuse themselves all summer by watching its nimble movements; its ingenious way of shelling
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