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out of the city, and along the first few miles of the 

 trail, was as perfect as a glorious spring day in the 

 tropics could make it. Flowers and fruit were every- 

 where, the woods and fields were fresh and green, and 

 so clear was the air that the gray slopes of the 

 volcano seemed but a mile or two away. 



The Black-and-white-headed Colima Ground Spar- 



OLD SPANISH BRIDGE 



rows Avere in flocks all alons" the roadside. At first 

 glance, they brought to mind our White-crowned Spar- 

 rows of the North. They have an even-toned, con- 

 tinuous, and jumbled-up ditty, which, when uttered 



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