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they're always on the other side of the pond ; I 

 mean the httle ones. Yet somehow they're sort o' 

 cunnin'. When we had to draw off the pond, last 

 summer, they just got crazy over the little fish and 

 things left in holes on the bottom, and didn't seem 

 to mind me so much : sort o' thanked me like for 

 givin' 'em such a chance to get a square meal. But, 

 after all, what can you see in a bird that's either 



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Green Herons. 



comin' and goin' all day or else sleepin' on one leg? 

 Now, the red-wings " 



** Do they always sleep that way?" I interrupted. 



''Don't know ; but they don't sing, that's certain, 

 any more than the big quoks that go over about 

 sunset. When the mill's goin' all night, in summer- 

 time, I have seen these big quoks light down by the 

 water and walk up and down a little, and how big 



