198 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 



thing that we shot: and one summer I ate a part of 

 a woodchuck, a crow, a green heron, and a blue jay. 

 The chuck was about in the crow's class. 



We humans have different feelings toward the dif- 

 ferent Sleepers. One may respect the bear, and have 

 a certain tempered regard for the coon, or even the 

 skunk. Everyone, however, loves that confiding, 

 gentle little Sleeper, the striped chipmunk — "Chip- 

 py Nipmunk," as certain children of my acquaint- 

 ance have named him. He is that little squirrel who 

 lives in the ground and has two big pockets in his 

 cheeks. Sometimes in the fall you may think that he 

 has the mumps. Really it is only acorns. He can 

 carry four of them in each cheek. Once I met a greedy 

 chipmunk who had his pockets so full of nuts that he 

 could not enter his own burrow. Although he tried 

 with his head sideways, and even upside-down, he 

 could not get in. When he saw me coming, he 

 rapidly removed two hickory nuts from which he had 

 nibbled the sharp points at each end, and popped 

 into his hole, leaving the nuts high, but not dry, 

 outside. When I carried them off, he stuck his head 

 out of the hole, and shouted, "Thief! Thief!" after 

 me in chipmunk language, so loudly that, in order 

 not to be arrested, I carried them back again. 



Almost the first wild animal of my acquaintance 

 was the chipmunk. During one of my very early 

 summers, probably the fourth or fifth, a wave of 

 chipmunks swept over the old farm where I happened 

 to be. They swarmed everywhere, and every stone 



