202 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
up. This accounts for the heaps of fresh earth which 
I have frequently seen near chipmunk colonies, but 
with no burrow anywhere in sight. 
The Band was on the march. The evening before, 
at story-time, Sergeant Henny-Penny and Corporal 
Alice-Palace had listened spellbound while the 
Captain told them of the adventures of trustful 
Chippy-Nipmunk when he tried to get change for a 
horse-chestnut from Mr. G. Squirrel, who it seems 
was of a grasping and over-reaching disposition, and 
how Chippy wrote home about the transaction 
signing himself ‘‘Butternutly yours.” The story 
had made such a sensation that the flattered Captain 
had promised, on the next day, which was a half- 
holiday, to take the whole Band up to Chipmunk 
Hill, where old Mr. Prindle had named and tamed a 
chipmunk colony. 
Late afternoon found them plodding up the grass- 
grown road which led to the lonely little house on 
top of the hill, where Mr. Prindle had lived since 
days before which the memory of the Band ran 
not. They found the old man seated on the porch in 
a great Boston rocker, and glad enough to see them 
all. The Captain introduced them in due form, from 
First Lieutenant Trottie down to Corporal Alice- 
Palace. 
“ °T ain’t everybody,” said Mr. Prindle, pulling 
Second Lieutenant Honey’s ear reflectively, “that 
would climb five miles up-hill to see an old man. 
How would a few fried cakes and some cider go?” 
There was an instantaneous vote in favor of this 
