THE WAYS OF THE WOODCHUCK 227 



they saw old Mr. Chuck poke his head out and look 

 all about. Not seeing them, he emerged from his 

 hole, trotted down to the river-bank, and took a 

 long drink! 





Sunning himself in lazy contemplation of the landscape 



Grandfather used to assure me that they never 

 did get that woodchuck. 



Although the woodchuck has so readily adapted 

 himself to changed conditions, abandoning his wild 

 harvesting for more succulent cultivated vegetables, 

 grasses, and clover, by no means all of the wood- 



