ilding.
"There's a hole in the wall up there under the roof. All you have to
do is to climb that tree, run out on that limb, crawl through the
hole, and there you are--inside. Then you can bring the corn up to the
hole, drop it out onto the ground, and I'll stay outside and pick it
up and put it in this sack and watch out for old dog Spot."

"You see," he went on, "I'll be doing most of the work, for I'll be
doing three things, while all you'll have to do will be to drop the
corn out of the hole in the wall.... But I don't mind doing more than
my share."

Frisky Squirrel couldn't quite understand how Uncle Sammy would be
doing most of the work. But since the old gentleman said it was so,
Frisky supposed it was the truth. There was one thing, however, that
puzzled him still more.

"Have you brought a bag for my share of the corn?" he asked.

"Oh, we'll divide this bagful," said Uncle Sammy. "When we get over
the hill we'll sit down and divide it."

"All right!" said Frisky. And then he hurried up the tree. In no more
than a jiffy he was inside the old stone building; and pretty soon the
corn began to patter, patter, down upon the ground where Uncle Sammy
waited.

Frisky had been working steadily for some time. And he began to wonder
if the bag was not full. He thought he would just peep out of the hole
in the wall and see. So he stuck his head out. To his surprise, Uncle
Sammy had vanished. And as Frisky looked all around he caught sight of
Uncle Sammy Coon with the bag of corn on his back, hurrying up the
road. For an old gentleman with a lame knee he was going at a very
fast pace.

Frisky Squirrel wondered why he had run away. But he didn't wonder
long, for a dog barked; and the bark came from right underneath the
hole in the wall. Then Farmer Green came running up the path which led
to the corn-house. He had a gun in his hand, too.

Frisky didn't wait to see anything more. He whisked out of the hole,
and climbed the roof, and jumped into another tree on the other side
of the corn-house. And soon he too was running like mad along the
road--only he was going in exactly the opposite direction to that in
which Uncle Sammy had vanished.

He never stopped running until he had reached the woods. And since he
could not bring any corn home with him, he thought that there was
really no sense in telling his mother anything about his adventure.

The next day, as Frisky was playing in a tree-top, he came across
Uncle