But, as he was not to be found, Dick was reproved for giving a false alarm; and they all jumped over the stones of the old wall, and ran up the hill towards the walnut-grove, where woodchucks were sure to be as thick as nuts. "Here's a fresh hole!" shouted Harry. "Now it's almost breakfast-time: he'll be out before long. Come on, Mr. Chuck, we're waiting for you." So the boys lay down flat on the mound of earth, and peered into the hole, by way of inviting its owner to come out and be shot; while Dick and Gyp gave persuasive growls and yelps. [Illustration] Strangely enough no woodchuck appeared; and after waiting an "age,"--five minutes long,--the brave hunters decided to dig in. "We ought to have brought spades," they said; but sticks and stones and hands did very well in the soft, wet earth. About the time that Harry got out of breath, and Ned had dropped a stone on his foot, Dick barked furiously at something moving under a hazel-bush. "Shoot, Ned, shoot!" Harry shouted. "Whiz" went an arrow straight into the bushes, where it lodged, and never more came out. "A chase, a chase!" cried Ned, throwing down his bow; and away they went,--Harry and Ned, Dick and Gyp,--over stones and fences, bushes and bogs, in pursuit of something; but whether it was a woodchuck or a cat they never got near enough to tell. Suddenly it disappeared in a corn-field. Dick and Gyp put their tails between their legs, and dropped their ears; but Ned and Harry spied some pumpkins ripening among the stacked corn. "Gay for Jack-o-lanterns!" said Harry. "Wouldn't they frighten Belle and Lucy, though!" So two of the biggest pumpkins were cut off. "Now let's take 'em home," said Harry, thinking of his breakfast. But, oh, how heavy those pumpkins grew! In getting over a wall, Harry's fell and was smashed: so the boys took turns in carrying the other one. Mamma stood on the piazza, in a fresh white morning-dress. She heard Dick and Gyp, and then she saw her little boys. Oh, what a sight!--the striped stockings and blue sailor-suits all one shade of yellow brown earth! "Did you have good sport?" asked papa, coming to the door. "Splendid! Found lots of _holes_," said Ned, dumping the pumpkin. And what they did with the pumpkin, perhaps I'll tell you another time. MISS A. H. R. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE SCHOOLMISTRESS. "THERE are many thousand words in our language," said Ellen, reading from a book, "and some words are used for one purpose, and some for another; and the same word may be used in different ways. When your uncle gave you a lot of shells last December, what did you do with them, Edwin?" "I classified them: that is, I put one kind into one heap, and another kind into another heap; and so on."