are not supposed to pass all their time in any one 
place, but to wander here and there over much of 
the southern country in search for food. Long- 
toe, who had lived contentedly his first summer 
on the edge of one small town, had now become 
a gypsy robin and was never long’ satisfied 
any where. 
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OncE in his travels Longtoe came to a country 
where the houses were scattered, and many farms 
that were no longer plowed had grown up in 
voung and bushy pine-trees. The roads looked 
like streaks of red mud as they ran along by the 
gray rail fences, or wound their way through 
the woodlands. In the old fields the tall broom- 
sage waved like thin brown wheat in the gentle 
breeze. A purple haze always hung along the 
horizon, and the sunshine fell warm and comfort- 
ing over this easy, dreamy land. Longtoe and 
his friends, as they dashed about through the 
woods or scattered orchards near the farmhouses, 
caused the people who saw them to look up and 
wonder at their haste and energy. 
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