THE ROBINS GO A-TRAVELLING 



of them, I can assure you that it is a thou- 

 sand-fold paying investment. 



Although the birds and I had our regular 

 headquarters we did not confine ourselves 

 to any one neighborhood. Occasionally 

 the genuine gypsy spirit of strolling would 

 take possession of us, and then, at times 

 on my shoulders, again on my hands, now 

 flying a little, a very little distance in ad- 

 vance of me, or perhaps lagging a few steps 

 behind the birds visited with me regions 

 where the friendly white birch curled back 

 its beautiful coat and generously gave us 

 of its bark; where tremulous aspens and 

 quivering silver poplars were ever striving 

 to display to us the shimmering other side 

 of their leafy shields; where thickly-set 

 maples, elms and beeches stood guard over 

 delicate ferns or where deeper, danker 

 growths encouraged the sprouting of the 

 tiny wax-like Indian pipe of peace. 



