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ejected by the local claimant of the terri- 

 tory. 



In my locality the young are born during the 

 first week in June. The five years that I kept 

 track of the mother chipmunk near my cabin, 

 she usually brought the youngsters out into 

 the sunlight about the middle of June. Three 

 of these years there were five youngsters. One 

 year the number was four, and another year it 

 was six. About the middle of July the young 

 were left to fight the battle of life alone. They 

 were left in possession of the underground house 

 in which they were born, and the mother went 

 to another part of the yard, renovated another 

 underground home, and here laid up supplies 

 for the winter. 



A few days before the mother leaves the 

 youngsters, they run about and find most of 

 their food. One year, a day or two before the 

 one by my cabin bade her children good-bye, 

 she brought them — or, at any rate, the children 

 came with her — to the place where we often 

 distributed peanuts. The youngsters, much 

 lighter in color, and less distinctly marked than 



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