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his gleeful chatter. His scolding is 

 harsh and spiteful, while his chatter is 

 noisy, but full of good feeling. 



I took the banjo to the woods for sev- 

 eral days and finally the red rogue got 

 to like it better even than I did, for he 

 would scold, when I stopped for too long 

 a time. 



I think that he considered me a sort 

 of " Pied Piper " and thought my queer 

 machine some kind of trap, for he was 

 always watchful and rather suspicious. 

 Maybe this was merely his wild instinct 

 that considered all men and all devices 

 of men harmful until they had been 

 thoroughly tested. 



The birds were never attracted by my 

 playing, probably because they were 

 musicians themselves, so the Chatterbox 

 was my one regular listener during those 

 pleasant summer afternoons. 



