When he got near them, they pointed to a log.
“See there;—see;—see there.”
“What is it?” said Jonas. “O, I see it,” said he.
It was a little squirrel clambering up a raspberry-bush, eating the raspberries as he went along. He would climb up by the little branches, and pull in the raspberries in succession, until he got to the topmost one, when the bush would bend over with his weight until it almost touched the log.
“Let us catch him,” said Rollo, very eagerly; “do let us catch him; I will go and get our steeple trap.”
Jonas did not seem to be so very much delighted as the boys were. He said he was certainly a cunning little fellow, but “what should we do with him if we should catch him?”
“O,” said Rollo, “we would put him in a little cage. It would be so complete to have him in a cage! Do, Jonas, do.”
“But you have not got any cage.”
“We can get one,” said James. “We can buy one with our half dollars.”
“Well,” said Jonas, “it will do no good to set the trap now, for he will be away before we could get back. But I will come down to-night, and set the trap, and perhaps we shall catch him, though I do not exactly like to do it.”