New Walks in Old Ways 



scampering chipmunk into his own 

 neighboring preserves. 



Now this particular chipmunk, by 

 the way, was just as busy in its sphere 

 as the bird in hers, for a week later a 

 fine litter of half-a-dozen "pups" be- 

 gan their own experiences. You may 

 see them feeding around in the short 

 grass, if you look for them cute little 

 rascals and, as you approach them, 

 first one and then another, speeds back 

 to the entrance to the hole, in the 

 depths of which they were born. They 

 do not disappear unless you come too 

 near, but sit all huddled close to- 

 gether, one or two of them standing 

 erect, and all watching and wondering 

 what is going to happen next just a 

 bunch of inexperienced stripes, with 

 little black, beady eyes and tiny ears, 

 every sense alert to possible danger. 

 This has been a great year for these 

 people. On a quarter-section of blue- 

 grass given over to golf links there are 

 a great number of bunkers, constructed 



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