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among the pine trees. Here, too, I was glad to 

 hear, for the first time in Florida, the caw of a 

 real crow, a bird with a roof to his mouth and a 

 voice that sounded like home. 



Such are some of a bird-loving man's early 

 spring pleasures in this Southern country. I do 

 not mean to praise the season unduly. New Eng- 

 land can beat it when the time comes ; at least, 

 I know one New Englander who thinks so ; but 

 not in March. 



