for a cold wave swept down the coast and he 
fled before its chilly blasts. 
In southern Georgia it was rare sport with 
other robins to run about in the thin pine for- 
ests. One of those wild fires that often sweep 
through the pine barrens had left the ground 
very free from obstructions, and objects worth 
eating were easily seen. One day he came to the 
edge of a town where many tourists passed the 
winter. Here he found robins feeding on some 
half-dried berries that hung in clusters from the 
bare twigs of a low, widely-branching tree. 
The taste he noticed was somewhat different 
from that of any berries he had seen before, 
but it was not disagreeable and, being hungry, 
he ate his fill. A little later he became dizzy 
and could hardly fly. He was so overcome 
with these new sensations that a horse and 
surrey were almost upon him before he fluttered 
out of the roadway on which he was standing. 
“Oh, dear, see that poor wounded bird,” cried 
a lady in the surrey. 
> 
‘“Yes, and it is a robin, too,” said her com- 
panion. “What do you suppose hurt it?” 
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