THE ROBINS GO A-TRAVELLING 



journey out from Quebec had to be made 

 by stage or carriage. As we penetrated 

 farther and farther into the country I fan- 

 cied that the birds were as keenly alive as 

 ourselves to the wonderful influences by 

 which we were surrounded. Surely the 

 cool balmy air was as refreshing to the poor 

 tired little travellers as to us. Surely the 

 bird in them would rise to the appreciation 

 of great free stretches of meadow and range 

 upon range of blue mountains unfolding 

 before us as we pursued our ever upward 

 way. From the tops or the hearts of frag- 

 rant trees the voices of little creatures of 

 their own kind greeted them. The whole 

 scene must have seemed to Chupes like the 

 embodiment of the best things he had ever 

 put in song. 



But at last the delightful journey was ac- 

 complished and we were at our objective 

 point, the old home on the shore of the 

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