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of a 3^oung famil}-, and instantly the mother-bird fluttered by the 

 carriage, apparently hurt unto death, causing eager pursuit through 

 the bushes until she had led us a safe distance; then, recovering, she 

 flew far away; we almost fancied we heard a laugh as she left us. Her 

 little, brown-backed children hid themselves under the brush, keeping 

 absolutely quiet while we stood over them watching their nervous 

 heart throbbings. 



Meadow Lily. 



The long, bushy tail of the fox is sometimes seen disappearing 

 through the bushes ahead, indicating "good hunting" here, and the 

 dust in sunnner and the snow in winter bear the imprint of the raccoon 

 in almost perfect imitation of a baby's foot. 



The red squirrel abounds, for nuts are plenty, and, with the wood- 

 pecker for company, an occasional chipnuink or rare gray squirrel fill 

 the woods with life. 



