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tie folk to feed, so we seated ourselves on the 

 fungus log, and waited for him to point one 

 out. He did. He could not resist giving that 

 delicate morsel to his first-born. With many 

 wary approaches, he droj)ped at last into the 

 scanty undergrowth, and there, a foot above the 

 ground, we saw the young tanager. He was a 

 little dumpling of a fellow, with no hint in his 

 baby-suit of the glory that shall clothe him by and 

 by. But where was the mother ? and where had 

 they nested ? But for that untimely sneeze, as I 

 shall always believe, they would have made their 

 home in that beautiful nest on the arch, and we 

 should have been there to see. 



