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WHERE I STUDIED WOODCRAFT 



/^NE of the first external things that 

 ^^ flooded my childish consciousness, 

 thrilling the awakening soul with a new 

 joy, was the song of a robin, filling my 

 little chamber with sweet melody, and 

 causing the child in the crib to lie very 

 still lest the minstrel be frightened away. 

 He was on the old elm, that stood 

 like a giant guardian just above the roof 

 of the house. Its long low branches 

 almost swept the shingles, and indeed, 

 one could hear them brushing the roof 

 on a windy night. 



