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IN BIRD-LAND 



consequence has the appearance of being rather 

 "shaken up." 



I shall never forget the view I once enjoyed 

 from a high elm standing on the side of a stream, 

 a Crow's nest being in the tree. It was at night, 

 and when the top was reached the stream winding 



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CARRION-CROW. 



through the meadows could be seen for miles, 

 like a broad, white strip gradually getting narrower 

 until it was a tiny silver brook winding its way 

 through the flat fields. Here and there it widened 

 into a miniature lake ; at other points clumps 

 of trees seemed to break the silver line. Beyond 



