THE MAGIC CITY 



THE Naturalist had a visitor, a winsome 

 lassie from the city. She was fasci- 

 nated with all the wonderful world which he 

 showed her, and together they had wandered 

 through the little wood and over the meadows 

 near by. Together they had visited the 

 oriole's nest and listened to the merry song of 

 the brown thrasher who had her nest in the 

 lilac bushes. Hand in hand they had walked 

 through the wild garden, while the Naturalist 

 pointed out the trilliums which he had gath- 

 ered near the shores of Lake Michigan, the 

 wild currant from Minnesota, the prickly pear 

 from the badlands of Dakota, and the many 

 other plants which he had found on his 

 journeys to the outside world and transplanted 

 safely to Tamakoche. 



When at last they had tired of visiting with 

 the wild creatures and returned to the easy 

 chair in the study, she begged for a story a 

 really truly true story. 



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