The Lay of the Band 
looking closer I discovered that the pile was entirely 
composed of June-bug shells,— wings and hollow 
bodies of the pestiferous beetles! 
Well, well! I had never seen this before, never even 
heard of it. Chipmunk, a wsefu/ member of society ! 
actually eating bugs in this bug-ridden world of 
mine! This was interesting and important. Why, I 
had really never known chipmunk, after all! 
So I hadn't. He had always been too common. 
Flying squirrels were more worth while, because 
there were none on the farm. Now, however, I deter- 
mined to cultivate the acquaintance of chipmunk, for 
there might be other discoveries awaiting me. 
And there were. A narrow strip of grass separated 
the orchard and my garden patch. It was on my way 
to the garden that I most often stopped to watch this 
chipmunk, or rather the pair of them, in the orchard 
wall. June advanced, the beetles disappeared, and 
my garden grew apace. For the first time in four 
years there were prospects of good strawberries. 
Most of my small patch was given over to a new 
berry, one that I had originated, and I was waiting 
with an eagerness which was almost anxiety for the 
earliest berries. 
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