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beverage with great relish. Immediately he was pronounced 

 out of danger by the small humane society which had un- 

 dertaken the charge of his restoration, and we began to 

 cast about for getting him a settled establishment in our 

 apartment. I gave up my work-box to him for a sleeping- 

 room, and it was medically ordered that he should take 

 a nap. So we filled the box with cotton, and he was 

 formally put to bed with a folded cambric handkerchief 

 round his neck, to keep him from beating his wings. Out 

 of his white wrappings he looked forth green and grave 

 as any judge with his bright round eyes. Like a bird of 

 discretion, he seemed to understand what was being done 

 to him, and resigned himself sensibly to go to sleep. 



The box was covered with a sheet of paper perforated 

 with holes for purposes of ventilation ; for even humming- 

 birds have a little pair of lungs, and need their own little 

 portion of air to fill them, so that they may make bright 

 scarlet little drops of blood to keep life's fire burning in 

 their tiny bodies. Our bird's lungs manufactured bril- 

 liant blood, as we found out by experience ; for in his 

 first nap he contrived to nestle himself into the cotton of 

 which his bed was made, and to get more of it than he 

 needed into his long bill. We pulled it out as carefully 

 as we could, but there came out of his bill two round, 

 bright, scarlet, little drops of blood. Our chief medical 

 authority looked grave, pronounced a probable hemor- 



