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of fish was dropped within the yawn. 

 Then it would close deliberately and re- 

 open, the fish having vanished. Fish were 

 plentiful that year and so seemed to be 

 time and bait, and I became curious as to 

 the actual capacity of a growing night 

 heron. I could feed either one till I could 

 see the last piece still in the back of his 

 mouth because there was standing room 

 only. Yet if I went away but for a mo- 

 ment and came back, there they stood, as 

 prodigiously empty as ever. The thing 

 became interesting until I began to dis- 

 cover assorted piles of uneaten fish about 

 the yard, and watching soon showed what 

 was happening. 



Foot passengers out in the country have 

 a motto which says, " never refuse a ride ; 

 if you do not want it now you may need it 

 next time." This seemed to be the idea 



which worked sap-wise in the cambium 

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