TWENTY-FOLD 



LIKE a great many birds, the robin 

 has something to say in the morning 

 and again at nightfall, but the mid- 

 day hours are quiet so far as his voice 

 is concerned. My curiosity as to his 

 doings while so quiet has just been 

 answered. I just now saw him within 

 the deep green of a locust tree, sit- 

 ting on a limb, as motionless as 

 though carved from the wood. Robin 

 is not an owl in his midday habits. 

 Though motionless as I see him, he is 

 not asleep. He will not remain on 

 that locust bough long, but while he 

 remains he will take his view calmly 

 and quietly. Some nervous birds go 



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