62 MIGRATION. 



them no more, the only memento of them remaining 

 being the sweet name taken from their vocabulary 

 a word more musical than any we have in our 

 own tongue. 



But it is not only the Indian that exclaimed 

 c Here we rest ; ' the blue-bird, the robin, the 

 mocking-bird, and a hundred others, in their own 

 language sigh out words of the same import : for 

 Alabama is the southern limit of the migratory 

 journeys of the majority of the feathered race, which, 

 when they have entered this favoured region, are 

 safe from the influences of the biting blasts of the 

 north. 



Could those poor, houseless, ragged, neglected 

 urchins, whom I have seen in mammoth London, 

 either sweeping crossings, or, fusee or match-box in 

 hand, indefatigably soliciting the spoiled children 

 of fortune to reward their labour or purchase their 

 wares, migrate like the feathered race, how few 

 would remain at home to expose their half-clad 

 bodies to the pitiless blasts of our wet November 

 days ! They would rather be off to the radiant lands 

 far beyond such climatic influences. But this pri- 

 vilege is reserved for the rich, who possess every 

 luxury wealth can procure shelter, clothing, and 

 food, and can migrate from Norway to Southern Italy 

 with the changes of the season. The poor, alas ! we 

 have always with us. 



While passing over some open ground a rustling 

 noise attracted my attention, but for some moments 



