National Geographic : 1931 Jul
INTO THE LAND OF THE CHIPMUNK FRIENDS? EVIDENTLY, BECAUSE THE TAILS ARE SMOOTH AND RATLIKE If they had not liked each other, the tails would have been fluffed out like bottle brushes and curling like twisting whips. dividuals. Let some other than the right one draw near, and the one in possession of the feeding grounds would begin his growling and tail-switching. If the in truder ignored the warning, there would be a rush, a squeal, and a vigorous fight, which generally ended in the flight of both participants. The big chipmunks acted the same, ex cept that a lively chase took the place of the fight. The little chaps were not quite so belligerent, although there were always two that seemed friendlier toward each other, and always one or two that took pos session of the food pile by divine right. The weaker always gave up to these ag gressors. Apparently they had learned they must. On the other hand, the little ones played and romped in a way I have never seen either of the others do. In pass ing, they often stopped for the merest flash of a second for friendly salutations, rub bing cheeks and noses together in blinking enjoyment (see pages 84-85). PLAYING TRICKS ON THE AUTHOR They loved to play tricks on me. Some days one might pretend to be most de lighted to see me when I called, but when almost to me would start examining every familiar leaf and board and twig minutely. Sometimes he would even dig up some hid den morsel of food and come within a foot of me to eat the same thing I was offering.