UNDER THE APPLE-TREES 
took it out, held it in his paws a moment and looked 
at it, and returned it to his pocket. Three times he 
did this before rejecting it. Evidently his sense of 
taste discredited his sense of smell. 
On my return at the end of the week, the enthusi- 
asm of the chipmunk had greatly abated. He was 
seldom out of his den. A nut or two placed at its 
entrance disappeared, but he visited me no more in 
my camp. Other chipmunks were active on all sides, 
but his solicitude about the winter had passed, or 
rather his hoarding instinct had been sated. His 
cellar was full. The rumor that right here was a 
land of plenty seemed to have gone abroad upon the 
air, and other chipmunks appeared upon the scene. 
Red squirrels and gray squirrels came, but we 
wasted no nuts upon them. A female chipmunk 
that came and occupied an old den at my doorstep 
was encouraged, however. She soon became as 
familiar as my first acquaintance, climbing to my 
table, taking nuts from my hand, and nipping my 
fingers spitefully when I held on to the nuts. Her 
behavior was as nearly like that of the other as two 
peas are alike. I gave her a fair supply of winter 
stores, but did not put her greed to the test. 
So far as I have observed, the two sexes do not 
winter together, and there seems to be no sort of 
camaraderie between them. One day, earlier in this 
history, I saw my male neighbor chase a smaller 
chipmunk, which I have little doubt was this female, 
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