eastward to within sight of the sea, and that 
night was lulled to sleep by the dull roar of 
the breakers on the beach. His perch was 
among yaupon bushes that grew in the hollows 
between many small sand-hills. Scattered 
about him, but hidden by the foliage, were 
scores of myrtle warblers that pass the winter 
here, perhaps for the sake of the red berries of 
the yaupon. 
Then he went inland and joined other robins 
in the lake country of Craven, the wildest part 
of eastern North Carolina. Especially did he 
love the open regions about the marshy shores of 
Lake Ellis. While staying here he often saw 
flocks of wild ducks, and one evening the white- 
winged gander of Roanoke led his great company 
of geese over the swamp, and the spray flew high 
when they settled to feed in the shallow waters. 
At the edge of the swamp grew many black gum 
trees and every day the robins feasted for hours 
on their berries, while gangs of wild turkeys 
walked about on the ground beneath and picked 
up those that the robins let fall. Longtoe had 
good cause to leave Lake Ellis shortly after this, 
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