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another month, but that homesickness for old Ohio which her sons and daugh- 
ters know so well, mastered him, and he could not stay away. Arrived in the 
old haunts, the pussy-willows nod pleasantly at the venturesome bird, but 
unfamiliar pools frown icily, and he is obliged to court the shelter of some 
protecting bank until the purposes of spring are a little stronger grown. Here 
he utters from time to time a plaintive fsip of discontent, or shivers miserably 
as a fresh blast of Boreas discovers his retreat. Doubtless he recalls on such 
occasions the bitter irony of the old rhyme, which must have originated in a 
sunnier land: 
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Photo by Rev. W. F. Henninger. 
PHOSBE’S NEST IN LOG CABIN 
THE NEST CONTAINS ONE EGG OF THE COWBIRD 
“On March the Twenty-first ’tis spring, 
When little birds begin to sing; 
To build their nests; to raise their brood; 
” 
With tender care provide them food 
“Here it is the Twenty-first of March, but where is their spring? T'sip! 
Nothing but gray skies and a cold wind. Ugh!—and bleary patches of snow! 
Tsip! It is really too bad! ‘sip! ‘'sip!’" But a day or so later the sun 
shines out and Mrs. Pheebe, more prudent but scarcely less eager, arrives from 
the south, and the pair set bravely to work nest-building. 
