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about me ; he can be coaxed to eat from my hand. 

 Chipmunk is more than curious; he is interested; 

 and it is not crumbs that he wants, but friendship. 

 He can be coaxed to eat from my lips, sleep in my 

 pocket, and even come to be stroked. 



I have sometimes seen chickadee in winter when 

 he seemed to come to me out of very need for living 

 companionship. But in the flood-tide of summer life 

 chipmunk will watch me from his stone pile and tag 

 me along with every show of friendship. 



The family in the orchard wall have grown very 

 familiar. They flatter me. I really believe, to be 

 Emersonian, that I am the great circumstance in this 

 household. One of the number is sure to be sitting 

 upon the high flat slab to await my coming. He sits 

 on the very edge of the crack, to be truthful, and if 

 I take a single step aside toward him he flips, and 

 all there is left of him is a little angry squeak from 

 the depths of the stones. If, however, I pass properly 

 along, do not stop or make any sudden motions, he 

 sees me past, then usually follows me, especially if I 

 get well off and pause. 



During a shower one day I halted under a large 

 hickory just beyond his den. He came running after 



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