SPARROW TOWN 73 



forth, and hovers still more silently in front of the 

 house, about a foot away from a sleeping sparrow. 



There is a loud noise, as he seems to throw 

 himself among the loosely hanging leaves ; a squeal 

 of a captured bird is heard, and as the white form 

 gliding away like a ghost leaves Sparrow Town 

 for a time, and is lost in the darkness of night, 

 I know that the population is lessened by at least 

 one of its noisy inhabitants. 



