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THE WREN AXD THE TROGLODYTE 



forest, the golden-crowned wren lepresents movement 

 and life. \A'^hen tlie fro/en hrooks are silent, when not a 

 blade of grass is moving, when the wood-cntter warms his 

 fingers by blowing on them before taking up the hatchet, 

 he hears snddcMdv a light, merry cry. and sees a lovely, 

 (h'minutive a|)|)ariti()n. crowned with a crest of gold, gli- 

 ding between the bare boughs. It is tlie familiar spii-it of 

 the big forest, the beautiful golden-crowned wren, which 

 laughs at the bleak north wind, and continues picking ca- 

 terpillars 'rom the juniper trees, almost buried in snow. 



