One evening Longtoe saw great numbers of 
robins flying over. He sat on a tall tree watch- 
ing them for a time. Now and then he called 
and jerked his tail and flew to another limb and 
called again. Where could all of these hundreds 
of robins be going with never one in the numerous 
bands who had time to stop and perch on the 
tree beside him, or even to answer his eall? 
He could stand it no longer; he would join the 
throng and find out for himself. Winging aloft 
he was soon among them and swinging along ata 
rate that swiftly left the miles behind. They 
passed over field and forest, over houses and 
orchards and streams, until at last they ap- 
proached a large and dense cedar thicket. In 
the air as far as Longtoe could see in every direc- 
tion were bands and companies of robins. There 
were thousands and thousands of them. From 
the horizon on every side long streams of birds 
flowed through the sky in endless procession. 
It was hard to imagine that there were so many 
robins in all the world and everyone of them 
was headed toward this thirty-acre cedar swamp. 
Longtoe had found one of those vast robin 
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