And then the sudden disappearance of the hoard from its accustomed hiding-place, and in its stead the startling apparition of a golden-haired little child, found one snowy winter's night sleeping on the floor in front of the glimmering hearth.
"George Eliot"
Mathilde Blind
He worked all day like a squirrel for its winter hoard; and as his pile mounted he grew less and less afraid of the cave where he meant to live.
"Moonshine & Clover"
Laurence Housman
These nuts we used to gather and, like the squirrels, hoard in various places.
"Reminiscences of a South African Pioneer"
W. C. Scully