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fresh fields, after so short a relapse. Birds once more 

 stream northward, mammals throw off their semi- 

 torpidity and resume their usual avocations. In the 

 overflown bayous, rendered almost unendurable by 

 an atmosphere charged with all the aromatic odors 

 of a budding southern spring, we at this time, too, 

 see the gaudy representatives of the reptilian world 

 gradually make their several appearances. Frogs 

 croak, Hylas peep, and in some sunny nook the dead- 

 ly moccasin warms his snuff-brown coils, alone, 

 dreaded and shunned. All rejoice that this happy 



Fig. 46Cham8eleon. 



season once more opens, and the feeble grasp of the 

 winter god is withdrawn. Where is Anolis now? 

 We have not far to go, indeed, to find our bi-colored 

 masquerader; see the emerald-clad scamp as he eyes 

 you from the brawny limb of the pecan, under which 



