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Bird- Nesting 



and vesper sparrows, were singing before going to rest. The 

 whip-poor-will had begun to call, and the nighthawks were 

 screeching high in the air. I came out of the wood and 

 turned my steps towards Virden, and as I was tired out, on 

 reaching the hotel, I soon retired to my room. After examin- 

 ing the numl)er of clutches I Itad collected during the day, and 

 entering up my notes, I laid down and was soon asleep. 



WEST OF VIRDEN. 



