CHAPTER XI 



THE WAY OF A WOODCHUCK 



The memory of my first glimpse of a wood- 

 chuck always reminds me of an old story which 

 needs to be retold that it may point my moral 

 even though it does not adorn my tale. 



A minister, supplying for a time in a country 

 parish, took a pleasant path through the fields to 

 the church of a Sunday morning just before the 

 service. There he found a boy digging most 

 furiously in the sandy ground. 



"My lad," said the minister, in kindly reproof, 

 "you ought not to do this on Sunday morning un- 

 less it is a labor of necessity." 



*T don't know nuthin' aboult necessity," replied 

 the boy without stopping for a moment, "but I've 

 got to get this woodchuck. The minister's 

 comin' to dinner." 



Nobody has ever told whether the boy — and 

 after him the minister — got the woodchuck or 

 not, but there is at least an even chance that he did 

 not, for a woodchuck in saridy ground will move 



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