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Clear Skies and Cloudy. 



the birds of the door-yard, but we cannot rest 

 content not to wander beyond its confines ; and 

 no time like a May morning to plunge into the 

 farthest thicket, tread the most dismal swamp, 



and trace old pathways through the darkest 

 woods, eager as ever to see and hear, and, hear- 

 ing and seeing, to solve the various problems of 

 bird nature ; problems ever set before us, when 

 out of doors, but never in such bewildering 

 profusion as when we start early on our rambles 

 when the woods are greening and violets fleck 

 the dewy pastures. 



