UNDER THE APPLE-TREES 
renewed, I thought I saw signs that he was either 
getting discouraged or else that his den was getting 
too full. At five o’clock he began to carry the nuts 
out from my camp and conceal them here and there 
under the leaves and dry grass. His manner seemed 
undecided. He did not return to his den again while 
I waited near it. After some delay I saw him go to 
the stone wall and follow it till he was lost from sight 
under the hill. I concluded that his greed had at 
last really turned him out of doors and that he had 
gone off to spend the night with a neighbor. But my 
inference was wrong. The next day he was back 
again, carrying away a fresh supply of nuts as eag- 
erly as ever. Two more quarts disappeared before 
night. The next day was rainy, and though other 
chipmunks were hurrying about, my little miser 
rested from his labors. A day later a fresh supply of 
nuts arrived — two quarts of chestnuts and one of 
hickory-nuts, and the greed of the little squirrel 
rose to the occasion. He made his trips as fre- 
quently as ever. 
My enforced absence for a few days prevented me 
from witnessing all that happened, but a friend took 
notes for me. He tried to fool the chipmunk with a 
light-colored marble placed among the nuts. The 
squirrel picked it up, but quickly dropped it. 
Watching his opportunity, my friend rubbed the 
marble with the meat of a hickory-nut. The chip- 
munk smelled it; then put it in his pocket; then 
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