VI 



THE SONG DIES AWAY 



And now I approach the end, for I come 

 to the last year in the life of my dear little 

 friends. I have told you of the summer of 

 Chupes' babyhood; of the summer spent at 

 the Canadian lake-side, of one passed in the 

 St. Francis valley region, and I have made 

 mention of another in the Catskills. I will 

 merely touch upon the fifth spent at 

 home; a pleasant one, marked by no un- 

 usual incident and at the beginning and end 

 of which the birds manifested no desire for 

 migrating, although they were deprived of 

 their customary trips. 



I have also spoken of our winters; four of 

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