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one of these roosts, a perfect babble of voices was 

 audible above the rustling leaves and twigs. As dark- 

 ness settled down the confusion grew less, the chirps 

 more individual, and when the swift tropic twilight had 

 passed, all was silent, save for a last subdued sleepy 

 and the world of Yellow-heads was at rest. 



gurgle 



A GUADALAJARA EXPRESSMAN 



