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THE INCREDULOUS VEERY 
Two hunters chanced one day to meet 
Near by a thicket wood; 
They paused each other there to greet, 
Both in a playful mood. 
Said one, “I had to wade a stream, 
Now, this you must not doubt, 
And when I reached the other shore 
My boots were full of trout.” 
Whew! cried a Veery perched in view 
To hear if what they said were true. Whew! 
The other’s wit was now well whet. 
Said he, ‘‘ Let me narrate: 
I bought three hundred traps and set 
For fur both small and great; 
Now, when next morning came, behold, 
Each trap contained a skin; 
And other disappointed game 
Stood waiting to get in.” 
The astonished Veery whistled, Whew! 
I hardly think that story true. Whew!!! 
— Fiorence A. VAN Sant, in Bird-Lore. 
THE BROWN THRASHER 
“Also called Brown Thrush, Red Mavis, Planting Bird. 
Brown of back, with his white throat and belly speckled 
with black arrow marks, a long,curved bill,and long, rest- 
less tail, whose thrashing gives the bird his name, this 
bird combines the markings of the Thrush with the gen- 
