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abolitionist as I am. A brave people can 

 hardly be expected or desired to forget its 

 history, especially when that history has to 

 do with sacrifices and heroic deeds. But 

 these things, taken together, did no doubt 

 prepare me to look upon it as a happy coin- 

 cidence when, one morning, I heard the fa- 

 miliar cry of the red-headed woodpecker, for 

 the first time in Florida, and looked up to 

 see him flying the national colors from the 

 ridgepole of the State House. I did not 

 break out with " Three cheers for the red, 

 white, and blue ! " I am naturally undemon- 

 strative ; but I said to myself that Melaner- 

 pes crythrocephalus was a very handsome 

 bird. 



