In Winter-Quarters. 303 



It is the same place and without change these 

 thirty years. The rank growths of summer bar 

 all progress to the stranger, but I have found, as 



of old, the one slight trail that leads to the inner 

 court, and here I propose to stay and listen. This 

 is the white-throat's winter-quarters, and I fancy 

 they do not take my intrusion unkindly. Other 



