Redruff 



The Story of the Don Valley Partridge 



OWN the wooded slope of Taylor's 

 Hill the Mother Partridge led her 

 brood ; down toward the crystal 

 brook that by some strange whim 

 was called Mud Creek. Her little 

 ones were one day old but already 

 quick on foot, and she was taking them for the 

 first time to drink. 



She walked slowly, crouching low as she went, 

 for the woods were full of enemies. She was 

 uttering a soft little cluck in her throat, a call 

 to the little balls of mottled down that on their 

 tiny pink legs came toddling after, and peeping 

 softly and plaintively if left even a few inches 



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