No one could possibly mistake it for a lobster or a lion." "Of course, I couldn't see it very _plain_," added the Babe hastily, wondering if Uncle Andy was laughing at him.

"But why did it run at me that way ?" "You see," said Uncle Andy seriously, repenting of his mockery, "the woodchuck is a queer, bad-tempered chap, with more pluck than sense sometimes.

Once in a while he would run at anything that was new and strange to him, no matter how big it was, just to see if he couldn't frighten it." "Would he run at you or Bill that way ?" demanded the Babe in a voice of awe at the very thought of such temerity.
"Oh, he has seen lots of _men_," replied Uncle Andy.

"We're nothing new to him.

But most likely he had never seen a small boy before, and he did not know what kind of an animal it was.