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John Burroughs. Under the Apple-Trees
Under the Apple-Trees
Table of Contents
PREFACE
UNDER THE APPLE-TREES
I
UNDER THE APPLE-TREES
Part I
II
THE FRIENDLY ROCKS
III
THE MASTER INSTINCT
IV
DAME NATURE AND HER CHILDREN
V
OLD FRIENDS IN NEW PLACES
VI
THE STILL SMALL VOICE
VII
NATURE LEAVES
I. IN WARBLER TIME
II. A SHORT WALK
III. IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
IV. ARE THERE COUNTERFEITS IN NATURE?
VIII
THE PRIMAL MIND
I
II
IX
"FATED TO BE FREE"
I
II
III
X
SCIENTIFIC FAITH ONCE MORE
I
II
III
XI
LITERATURE AND SCIENCE
I
II
III
IV
"I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling."
"The last to parley with the setting sun";
"The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing";
XII
"A PROPHET OF THE SOUL"
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
XIII
LIFE AND CHANCE
I
II
III
IV
V
XIV
LIFE THE TRAVELER
I
II
III
XV
GREAT QUESTIONS IN LITTLE
I. THE ETHER
II. NATURAL SELECTION
III. SPECULATION AND EXPERIMENT
IV. EARLY MAN
V. ASTRONOMIC GRANDEUR
VI. WHY AND HOW
VII. LIMITATIONS OF SCIENCE
VIII. BEGINNINGS
IX. EVOLUTION
X. AN UNKNOWN FACTOR
INDEX
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John Burroughs
Published by Good Press, 2021
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The activity of the chipmunk when he is out of his den is almost incessant. Like the honey-bee, he seems filled with a raging impulse to lay up his winter stores. When he finds an ever-renewed supply, as in my orchard camp, his eagerness and industry are delightful to see. The more nuts I place for him, the more eager he becomes, as most of us do when we strike a rich lead of the things we are in quest of. Will his greed carry him to the point of filling his den so full that there remains no room for himself in it? Will he let the god of plenty turn him out of doors? Last summer I had seen a chipmunk's hole filled up with choke-cherries to within three inches of the top. ("Naturally, being choke-cherries," says a friend, looking over my shoulder.)
From previous experience I calculated the capacity of his chamber to be not more than four or five quarts. One day I gave him all I thought he could manage,—enough, I fancied, to fill his chamber full,—two quarts of hickory-nuts and some corn. How he responded to the invitation! How he flew over the course from my den to his! He fairly panted. The day might prove too short for him, or some other chipmunk might discover the pile of treasures. Three, and often four, nuts at a time, went into his pockets. If one of them was too large to go in readily, he would take it between his teeth. He would first bite off the sharp point from the nut to keep it from pricking or irritating his pouches. I do not think he feared a puncture. I renewed the pile of nuts from time to time, and looked on with interest. The day was cloudy and wet, but he ran his express train all day. His feet soon became muddy, and it was amusing to see him wash his face with those soiled paws every time he emerged from his hole. It was striking to see how much like a machine he behaved, going through the same motions at the same points, as regularly as a clock. He disappeared into his hole each time with a peculiarly graceful movement which seemed to find expression in the sweep of his tail. It was to the eye what melodious sounds are to the ear, and contrasted strangely with the sudden impulsive movements of his usual behavior. When he emerged, the top of his head and eyes first appeared, then a moment's pause, then the head and neck arose, then the whole body shot up in the erect posture with the paws folded and hanging down on the white breast. The face-washing was the next move, first the mouth, then the nose and cheeks. Then, after a swift glance around, off he goes, with tail well up in the air, for another load.
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