“Oct. 15th: Nimrod caught a wood- 
chuck to-day, a baby one, and we called 
him Johnny. Johnny stayed with us 
all day in his cage, while Nimrod made 
a sketch of him and I took his picture. 
Then, in the late afternoon, we took 
him back to his home in the stone-clad 
hill, and put him among his brothers 
and sisters, who peeped cautiously at us 
from various rocky niches, higher up 
the hill. 
Little Johnny must have had a great 
deal to say of the strange ways and food 
of the big white animal. It must have 
been hard, too, for him to have found 
suitable woodchuck language to express 
his sensations when he was carried, oh! 
such a long way, in a big sack that grew 
on the side of his captor; and of the 
taste of peppermint candy, which he ate 
in his prettiest style, sitting on his 
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