reak it. So at last I gnawed off my foot."

"Whew!" whistled the little bunny through his teeth. "I never could do
that. My, but you're a brave fellow."

"There's the iron thing over there," said Jimmy Mink, pointing to a trap
that lay on an old log close to the bank. The little rabbit hopped over
and looked at it. And, sure enough, pinched in between the jaws of the
cruel trap was Jimmy Mink's little black foot.

"But I've learned my lesson," said Jimmy Mink. "Next time if I want
trout, I'll catch him in the water, not on top of a log," and he jumped
into the pool and swam away. Then the little rabbit hopped along the
Shady Forest Trail, but he couldn't forget poor little Jimmy Mink.

Well, after a while, all of a sudden, he heard a great chickering and
chirring overhead. Around and around the trunk of the tree went two
bodies, one a yellowish brown, about as large as a cat, and the other
gray, with a long bushy tail.

Up to the top they went as fast as lightning, around and around,
corkscrew fashion, and then down they came to the ground and before
his yellowish brown enemy could catch him, Twinkle Tail dashed into
a crack between two stones.

PROFESSOR JIM CROW'S LESSON

"I'm so glad Twinkle Tail got away," said Little Jack Rabbit to himself,
as the frightened gray squirrel squeezed in between the rocks. And then
the little rabbit hopped away as fast as he could, and pretty soon he
saw Professor Jim Crow with his little Black Book in his claw.

"Tell me, Professor Jim Crow," said the little rabbit, "what is the name
of the yellowish-brown animal that chases little gray squirrels around
and around the trunks of trees?"

"How big was he?" asked the wise old bird, putting on his spectacles and
turning over the leaves of his little Black Book.

"Larger than the farmer's black cat," answered the little rabbit.

"Did it look something like a fox?" asked the old crow.

"Yes, he did," replied the little rabbit.

Professor Jim Crow smiled and turned to page 49. "Listen!" he said. "The
Marten looks very much like a young fox about two months old. Its color
is a yellowish-brown, a little darker than a yellow fox, with a number
of long black hairs. It is a great climber, hunts squirrels and robs
birds' nests."

Then the wise old crow closed his book and wiped his spectacles. "You
have learned something to-day, little rabbit. Mother Nature's School
House will teach you lots of things," and the old professo