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AMERIOAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



GLEANINGS. 



Then the little Hiawatha 

 Learned of every bird its language, 

 Learned their names and all their secrets, 

 How they built their nests in summer, 

 Where they hid themselves in winter, 

 Talked with them whene'er he met them, 

 Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens." 



Forth into the forest straightway, 



All alone walked Hiawatha, 



Proudly with his bow and arrows: 



And the birds sang round him, o'er him, 



"Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!" 



Sang the Robin, the Opechee, 



Sang the Bluebird, the Owaissa 



■"Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!" 



Longfellow. 



