Hay Days and Meadow Larks 



for the delectation of the players of the 

 game, and for the real delight of 

 the chipmunks. The grass-covered 

 mounds of earth, and their accom- 

 panying sand-pits, could not please 

 chipmunkies better if they had been 

 planned by one of their own best 

 architects. These hazards of the green 

 are easy to bore into, on account of 

 having been built up from the loose 

 earth excavated from the "traps," and 

 there is sand and all manner of roots 

 and dainty growths and bugs for food 

 and real companionship. 



I wonder how many people have any 

 knowledge of a chipmunk's singing 

 voice. These mid-summer days dur- 

 ing bright sunny hours, when few 

 humans are prowling about, you can 

 hear their clear, soft, high-pitched, 

 rippling notes on every hand — if you 

 have ears for such utterly inconse- 

 quential things. A friend asked one 

 day what sort of bird it was that made 

 these sounds. The fact is that if the 



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