I am a little boy eight years old, and my uncle has been sending me
YOUNG PEOPLE for a long time. I have read letters that little boys
have written for your paper, and thought I would like to write and
tell them about my pet squirrel. Its name is Shell-bark. I named it
that because it eats so many nuts. My papa and I were in the woods
one day, and saw a little squirrel pop its head out of a hole, so
we threw a handkerchief over the hole, and caught it. It is very
tame now, but it has had a sore nose from trying to get out of its
cage, and the only way I could get to grease it was by giving him a
shell-bark, and when he poked his nose out to get it, I greased it
with cold cream. I believe that is all I have to say.