Mammals The Woodchuck 
Look out; you know they bite like sixty!” With 
that Bob undid his hat, at the same time holding it 
over the barrel, and there tumbled out a poor, forlorn, 
wet woodchuck, scarcely larger than his fist. It was 
so different in shape from a kitten, that a comparison 
with a young feline would fail to convey any idea of 
its true size and shape. ; 
The cover was quickly put over the barrel, and the 
woodchuck was left to his own reflections on the 
folly of disregarding parental admonitions in respect 
to boys and traps. After supper, it occurred to Bob 
(for a wonder) that his captive might be hungry. 
He was so small that there was only one way to feed 
him, so a dish of milk and a spoon were found and the 
two children set to work, first to get him out of the 
barrel without injury to themselves; secondly to feed 
him. The first was accomplished by throwing an old 
apron into the barrel, and having enveloped the 
formidable creature in its folds, it was an easy task to 
tip up the barrel and “‘dump”’ the contents upon the 
floor. Here the apron was removed, and after 
several soft touches had been bestowed on the animal 
without resistance on his part, Lou ventured to take 
him up inher hands. Frightened he may have been, 
but not so much so that it took away his desire to eat; 
for as soon as Bob had put some milk into his spoon, 
Chuckie seized it between his teeth, and placed one 
paw on each side so he could drain it more easily. 
A few minutes sufficed to satisfy his hunger for that 
time, and also to teach him to eat, so that afterwards 
it was necessary only to place milk where he could 
find it. At night he was placed in a box behind the 
kitchen stove, and remained there until early the next 
morning, when he awoke the household by his shrill 
little whistle, expressive of his displeasure in having 
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