All roving life, from the cattle to the Woodchucks and even the field mice, had moved down to hide itself in the thicker growths near the water courses or had stolen away into the depths of the thick woods.
"The Shepherd of the North"
Richard Aumerle Maher
"Not Woodchucks," he said, "but just chocks."
"The Doers"
William John Hopkins
"Nothing but Woodchucks and rabbits, unless-" and she gave a scream that startled me.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford