WILD LIFE NEAK HOME 



IN PEKSIMMON-TIME 



ri\EE season of ripe persimmons in the pine- 

 jL. barren region of New Jersey falls during 

 the days of frosty mornings, of wind -strewn 

 leaves and dropping nuts. Melancholy days 

 these may be in other States, but never such 

 here. The robin and the wren I am not sure 

 about all of the wrens are flown, just as the 

 poet says ; but the jay and the crow are by no 

 means the only birds that remain. Bob White 

 calls from the swales and "cut-offs" ; the cardi- 

 nal sounds his clear, brilliant whistle in the 

 thickets; and the meadow-lark, scaling across 



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