198 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
thing that we shot: and one summer I ate a part of 
a woodchuck, a crow, a green heron, and a blue jay. 
The chuck was about in the crow’s class. 
We humans have different feelings toward the dif- 
ferent Sleepers. One may respect the bear, and have 
a certain tempered regard for the coon, or even the 
skunk. Everyone, however, loves that confiding, 
gentle little Sleeper, the striped chipmunk — “ Chip- 
py Nipmunk,”’ as certain children of my acquaint- 
ance have named him. He is that little squirrel who 
lives in the ground and has two big pockets in his 
cheeks. Sometimes in the fall you may think that he 
has the mumps. Really it is only acorns. He can 
carry four of them in each cheek. Once I met a greedy 
chipmunk who had his pockets so full of nuts that he 
could not enter his own burrow. Although he tried 
with his head sideways, and even upside-down, he 
could not get in. When he saw me coming, he 
rapidly removed two hickory nuts from which he had 
nibbled the sharp points at each end, and popped 
into his hole, leaving the nuts high, but not dry, 
outside. When I carried them off, he stuck his head 
out of the hole, and shouted, “‘Thief! Thief!”’ after 
me in chipmunk language, so loudly that, in order 
not to be arrested, I carried them back again. 
Almost the first wild animal of my acquaintance 
was the chipmunk. During one of my very early 
summers, probably the fourth or fifth, a wave of 
chipmunks swept over the old farm where I happened 
to be. They swarmed everywhere, and every stone 
