OUR CHIMNEY DWELLERS 



NE late summer's even- 

 ing after the sun went 

 down, there were ob- 

 served flying above 

 the tree-tops about the 

 village a large num- 

 ber of black objects. 

 Somebody said they 

 were bats, while others 

 pronounced them swallows. 

 But they were neither. The 

 swarm of dusky forms swinging rapidly about the sky 

 was a flock of chimney swifts. They seemed to be more 

 numerous in the neighborhood of a large college building. 

 Presently they began circling in one rushing, revolving, 

 twittering mass of bird life. One side of this living wheel 

 passed directly over the large chimney which leads down 

 to the furnace in the basement. 



Suddenly, during those last moments of twilight before 

 the darkness falls, one of the swifts threw up its wings 

 and dropped out of sight into the chimney. Soon another 



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