other. “I want them stewed and then eat them 
with sweet potatoes.” 
“Fried in hog lard for mine,” observed a 
third. . 
And so discussing the merits of the various 
ways of serving robins most attractively, the 
men climbed upon their mules or into the wagon 
and departed. The last Longtoe heard of this 
ce 
merry party was the faint “clank, clank” of 
the trace chains as the horse trotted 
along through the distant field. 
Then again the night was still and 
the katydids sang as before, and the  , 
stars swung in the heavens, as stars 
have a way of doing on clear nights, 
no matter what may be going on {jf 
beneath them. i 
Down under the thick cedar 
trees, often hidden by the lower 
limbs or lying. half 
buried in pools of 
water, lay hundreds 
of wounded robins oF 
that would never fly (6) 'q incasel came giding along. 
