202 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 



up. This accounts for the heaps of fresh earth which 

 I have frequently seen near chipmunk colonies, but 

 with no burrow anywhere in sight. 



The Band was on the march. The evening before, 

 at story-time, Sergeant Henny-Penny and Corporal 

 Alice-Palace had listened spellbound while the 

 Captain told them of the adventures of trustful 

 Chippy-Nipmunk when he tried to get change for a 

 horse-chestnut from Mr. G. Squirrel, who it seems 

 was of a grasping and over-reaching disposition, and 

 how Chippy wrote home about the transaction 

 signing himself "Butternutly yours." The story 

 had made such a sensation that the flattered Captain 

 had promised, on the next day, which was a half- 

 holiday, to take the whole Band up to Chipmunk 

 Hill, where old Mr. Prindle had named and tamed a 

 chipmunk colony. 



Late afternoon found them plodding up the grass- 

 grown road which led to the lonely little house on 

 top of the hill, where Mr. Prindle had lived since 

 days before which the memory of the Band ran 

 not. They found the old man seated on the porch in 

 a great Boston rocker, and glad enough to see them 

 all. The Captain introduced them in due form, from 

 First Lieutenant Trottie down to Corporal Alice- 

 Palace. 



" 'T ain't everybody," said Mr. Prindle, pulling 

 Second Lieutenant Honey's ear reflectively, "that 

 would climb five miles up-hill to see an old man. 

 How would a few fried cakes and some cider go?" 



There was an instantaneous vote in favor of this 



