streets, a melting-pot of the world’s outcasts; this

were thickly infested with them. They were a light gray animal,

larger than the common gray squirrel, with beautiful bushy tails,

which made them strikingly resemble the squirrel, but in cunning and

deviltry they were much ahead of that quick-witted rodent. I have

known them to empty in one night a keg of spikes in the storehouse in

Yamhill, distributing them along the stringers of the building, with

apparently no other purpose than amusement. We anticipated great fun

watching the efforts of these rats to escape the next day when the