STORIES ABOUT BIRDS. 805 



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If : N the month of June, a mower once 

 hung up his coat in the barn. 

 Two or three days passed, before 

 he had occasion to put it on again, 

 and when he did so, he found one of 

 ^'' the sleeves was completely filled with 

 rubbish. When he examined more closely, it 

 proved to be the nest of a wren, completely 

 finished, and lined with a great quantity of 

 feathers. He was walking away with the coat, 

 when he was followed by the little rogues who 

 had built the nest. They scolded him soundly, 

 for thus ruining the house that had cost them 

 so much labor. 



This story reminds me of what I saw, 

 during a recent visit in the family of a friend 

 in Monmouth county, N. J. A large piece of 

 canvas had been rolled up, and placed on a 



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