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panying plate—was placed a cup of felt, loosely woven and 
lined with horsehair, bits of down, a feather or two, etc. 
It was not my good fortune to see the nest constructed, 
so I am unable to say whether the architectural skill should 
be credited to Madam Oriole or her spouse, but probably 
it should be shared between them, for during the process 
of incubation, as well as afterward, the male not only act¬ 
ed as sentinel but also shared with the female in the cares 
of the household. For some reason only one offspring was 
hatched. Whether the parents were successful in rearing 
him or not I am unable to say, for I continued my journey 
before the young one was large enough to leave the nest. 
Another Friendly Squirrel. 
Editor of ‘ ‘ Nature Study : ’ ’ 
After reading Mr. Fogg’s article in the January number 
of Nature Study, I felt impelled to relate the story of a 
chipmunk of my acquaintance. His home was located 
about three or four feet from the piazza of Mr. C. R. Mer¬ 
rill’s cottage on the shore of Fake Massabesic, and the be¬ 
ginning of our acquaintance with him was during our first 
visit to the cottage late in May of last year. He was evi¬ 
dently furnishing his home that day, and industriously col¬ 
lected dry oak leaves for that purpose. He would some¬ 
times crowd three large leaves into his mouth in a most 
amusing fashion, and then scurry away to his home to de¬ 
posit them. 
A little later in the season, when the family went to the 
cottage to stay, Mr. T. H. Walker taught “Chippy'’ that 
he need have no fear of the inmates of the house, with 
whom he was an ever-welcome guest during the entire sea¬ 
son. Mr. Walker began Chippy’s lessons by prostrating 
himself on the ground, near the squirrel’s hole, and giving 
him nuts. Chippy soon gained sufficient confidence to 
