The Bay of the Band 
nature provide, so many did the seven chipmunks 
leave us ! 
Peace between me and the chipmunks had been 
signed before the strawberry season closed, and the 
pact still holds. Other things have occurred since to 
threaten it, however. Among them, an article in a 
recent number of a carefully edited out-of-door mag- 
azine, of wide circulation. Herein the chipmunk 
family was most roundly rated, in fact condemned to 
annihilation because of its wicked taste for birds’ 
eggs and for young birds. Numerous photographs 
accompanied the article, showing the red squirrel 
with eggs in his mouth, but no such proof (even the 
red squirrel photographs I strongly believe were done 
from a stuffed squirrel) of chipmunk’s guilt, though 
he was counted equally bad and, doubtless, will suffer 
with chickaree at the hands of those who took the 
article seriously. 
I believe that is a great mistake. Indeed, I be- 
lieve the whole article a deliberate falsehood, con- 
cocted in order to sell the fake photographs. Chip- 
munk is not an egg-sucker, else I should have found 
it out. But because I never caught him at it does not 
mean that no one else has, It does mean, however, 
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