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Continue my creeping, but carefully keeping 
Away on the opposite side, 
Well around on the opposite side. 
“Yet sometimes I peek while I play hide-and-seek 
If you’re nice I shall wish to see you; 
Ill make a faint sound and come quite around 
And creep like a mouse in full view, 
Very much like a mouse to your view.” 
— GarreTT NEWEIRK, in Bird-Lore. 
“T guess I know what the other tree-trunk birds are, 
Gray Lady; they’re Woodpeckers,” said little Bobby, 
who seemed to have grown taller and broader ever since 
the day that Jacob had put a jack-knife in his hand and 
taught him to carve a wooden spoon, and he felt him- 
self to be a full-fledged boy. 
“Some Woodpeckers are pretty bad, though, ’cause 
grandpa caught a whole bunch of ’em early last spring 
sucking the juice out of the apple trees in the young 
orchard, and Uncle Bill, over the mountain, said they did 
the same to his sugar-maples. I saw what they did, 
myself, and you can see, too, if you stop up at our house 
some time when you are passing, for the marks are there, 
— little round holes, all in rows so as they make squares 
like the peppery holey plasters grandma wears for a lame 
back. They were awfully pretty birds, too—all red on 
the head and neck, and black and white speckled on top, 
and yellow underneath, and black across the front. 
I had a good chance to see it, cause grandpop was hoppin’ 
mad and tried to shoot them, and he did get one of the 
prettiest of them all. Some of them that were on the 
apple tree didn’t have so many colours in their feathers.’’ 
