BIRD STORIES 



the soft white with dazzhng ice. It had swept across 

 the white-barked birch trees and their purple-brown 

 branches, and had left them shining all over. It had 

 dripped icicles from the tips of all the twigs that now 



" Woodland Music after an Ice-Storm." 



shone in the sunlight brighter than candles, and tinkled 

 like httle bells, when the breezes clicked them together, 

 in a tune that is called, ''Woodland Music after an Ice- 

 Storm.'^ 



That is the tune that played all about the black- 

 capped bird as he flitted out of the forest, singing, 



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