It's good to believe, and so I try
To believe 'tis true with all my might,
That nothing is so seeming dark
But has a hidden side that's bright.
_Happy Jack._
Certainly things couldn't look much darker than they did to Happy Jack
Squirrel as he sat in the big maple tree at the side of Farmer Brown's
house, and saw jolly, round, red Mr. Sun getting ready to go to bed
behind the Purple Hills. He was afraid to go to his home in the Green
Forest because Shadow the Weasel might be waiting for him there. He was
afraid of the night which would soon come. He was cold, and he was
hungry. Altogether he was as miserable a little Squirrel as ever was
seen.
He had just made up his mind that he would have to go look for a hollow
in one of the trees in the Old Orchard in which to spend the night, when
around the corner of the house came Farmer Brown's boy with something
under one arm and dragging a ladder. He whistled cheerily to Happy Jack
as he put the ladder against the tree and climbed up. By this time Happy
Jack had grown so timid that he was just a little afraid of Farmer
Brown's boy, so he climbed as high up in the tree as he could get and
watched what was going on below.
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