AT PEEP OF DAY 



But see, there is movement. A little bird 

 alights on a twig beside him. The human form 

 is dusky in the twilight and for a time the little 

 creature views the stranger in wondering silence, 

 but suddenly the prairie stillness is broken. 

 Sw r eet and clear rings out the white-throat's 

 song. The traveller had often heard the voice 

 and ever greeted it gladly, but never before was 

 it half so welcome as now. 



Traveller, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep. 

 Heaven its watch doth keep, watch doth keep, 

 watch doth keep, 



sang again and again the sweet, trustful, little 

 voice ; but how often the tired man never knew, 

 for sleep came as he listened, and when he awoke 

 the morning had dawned and the gloom had de- 

 parted. 



And so had the little bird, yet the traveller was 

 not alone ; for, gazing down upon him in wonder 

 and perplexity, stood a strange company : a large 

 herd of antelopes. They were probably on their 

 way to the little stream when the unusual ob- 

 ject met their view. The man's hat, his gar- 

 ments, and even his blanket were of the soft dun 

 color of an antelope. " Who is this creature so 

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