Where Town and Country Meet 



swamp. When I rose and looked out I saw 

 them huddled there, in two trees, as far 

 away from the cutting edge of the north- 

 west wind as they could get. Every now 

 and then one or another of them would get 

 weakly upon the wing, fly a short distance 

 against the wind, and then return to his 

 perch exercising, I suppose, to keep his 

 blood in circulation. It reminded me of a 

 cabman, walking to and fro at his stand, and 

 slapping his hands under his arms. These 

 crows staid in the grove most of the day, 

 utterly heedless of passers-by, and com- 

 plained as distinctly as if in words of their 

 hunger and cold. Their distress was really 

 pitiful, but there seemed no way of reliev- 

 ing it. In the latter part of the afternoon 

 the crows took their departure, a sad, sable 

 company, winging slowly southward. 



The sun had not long been up, on this 

 bitter Sunday morning, when I saw two 

 hairy woodpeckers, blown or tossed, as it 

 were, into the swamp by the fierce north- 

 west wind. They wheeled and alighted on 

 the trunks of two adjoining trees, where 

 the sun struck on the northeast side. Here, 

 somewhat protected from the wind, and 

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