roosts of the South, of which 
many Southern boys.know so 
well. Ah, the gypsy bird 
would have company this 
night! 
There was much fluttering 
and confusion as they at- 
tempted to alight, for every 
limb seemed already crowded 
with birds. Robins were 
constantly changing posi- 
tions among -the limbs, each 
hunting a good roost. Some- 
times hundreds would take 
flight with a roar, and pitch 
into another part of the 
swamp, only to disturb other 
He sat on a tall tree watch- 
ing them ‘ 
hundreds that would dash off to another spot. 
It was long after sunset before all had arrived 
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