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it was an exceeding great digging but we never 

 got that woodchuck. 



In September and October the woodchuck devotes 

 all of his time to eating. The consequence is that, by 

 the time the first frost comes, he is a big gray bag 

 of fat. Mr. Woodchuck does not believe in storing 

 up food in his burrow, like the chipmunk. He prefers 

 to be the storehouse. Soon after the first frost he 

 disappears in his hole, and far down underground, 

 at the end of a network of intersecting passages, 

 rolls himself up in a round, warm ball, and sleeps 

 until spring. 



According to the legend, on Candlemas, or Ground- 

 Hog Day, which comes on February second, he 

 peeps out, and, if he can see his shadow, goes in 

 again for six more weeks of cold weather. So far this 

 day has not yet been made a legal holiday. It prob- 

 ably will be some time, along with Columbus Day, 

 Labor Day, and other equally important days. I 

 will not vouch for the fact that the weather depends 

 on the shadow; but there is no doubt that the wood- 

 chuck does come out of his burrow in a February- 

 thaw and looks around, as his tracks prove; but he is 

 not interested in his shadow. No indeed! What he 

 comes out for is to look for the future Mrs. Wood- 

 chuck, and when he finds her he goes in again. 



Sometimes you read in nature-books that the 

 woodchuck is good to eat. Don't believe it. I 

 ought to know. I ate one once. Anyone is welcome 

 to my share of the world's supply of woodchucks. 

 When I camped out as a boy, we had to eat every- 



