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CHAPTER IV 



Wild Fowl 



WHEN the golden leaves of Autumn are 

 covering Mother Earth for her long sleep; 

 when the woodchuck and squirrel have 

 prepared their snug winter homes, and the first cold 

 winds have warned the wood folks of winter's 

 approach, the long Vs of water-fowl start for their 

 warm haunts in the Southland. Of all the move- 

 ments of wild things, there is none more impressive 

 than this grand, irresistible migration. All summer 

 the laJces have been deserted, save for the marsh- 

 wren, and blackbird. But with the approach of 

 winter a change comes over the land. 



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