MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



which were spent in the New Jersey home; 

 but at the close of the fifth summer we re- 

 versed the usual order of procedure, and on 

 a beautiful, clear, Thanksgiving-day eve, 

 started for the North. It was evidently all 

 one to the birds which direction we took, 

 so long as we were together. Separation 

 was the evil of evils to them. 



You know the terrible rush and crush of 

 festival occasions at such great centres as 

 the Forty-second street station in New 

 York, and you can easily picture to your- 

 selves what an anxious time I had getting 

 my charges through the crowd, but at last 

 it was all over and we were safely installed 

 in our sleeping-car and steaming away tow- 

 ards a third Canadian destination. Again 

 the St. Francis valley region, but this time 

 near a village at a distance of several miles 

 from the ravine. 



The journey was accomplished with little 



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