The Woodchuck 23 
meadow larks were whistling on all sides, while 
myriads of insects added their murmuring music to 
the general symphony. 
The mother knew that all of these sounds were 
only a part of her world and meant no harm, but 
she listened very attentively for any unusual sound be- 
THE MOTHER LISTENING FOR UNUSUAL SOUNDS 
fore she ventured from the entrance. When satisfied 
that there was no danger lurking in the fair clover 
fields or in the blossoming apple trees above, she 
led the way into the grass, followed by her little brood, 
which tumbled frantically along in their haste to 
