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never a day when the cock birds don't whistle their 

 throats sore, I should think, but none of 'em get 

 sick, to my knowledge, no more than I get tired of 

 listenin' to 'em." 



" But what about the other birds, along in early 

 May?" I asked. 



" Yes, they're all here, and they're all good in their 



Red- winged Blackbird. 



way, but they don't go to the spot like a red-wing," 

 said the miller, very earnestly. 



"Not the thrush?" I asked. 



"Too solemn-like," said the miller, gravely. "I 

 like music that's like the noise of children out of 

 school ; good, hearty, take-the-world-easy music, and 

 that's the red-wing every time. They have a good 

 time themselves, and preach that doctrine in their 

 singin', so it sounds to me. Somehow, I feel lone- 



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