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; over yonder its larger cousin in a plaintive tone called 



, and a still larger cousin informed him between sallies into the 



air after passing insects that it was a . Other birds came about 



and in a most confiding manner gave their names in clear tones to the 

 little chap sitting so quietly on the green moss. 



A black bird with white feathers in its wings and tail, with chestnut 

 colored sides and white beneath, ceased scratching among the leaves 

 and answered then flew to a high limb and laughed "Ho, he- 

 he-he;" even the large blue and white bird which flew from the big pine, 



said in harsh tones that he was a . Here were some brown mottled 



birds slipping about among the leaves, could it be that grandpa's 

 chickens had strayed so far from home; no, this was denied at once by 

 one of the flock who mounted a fence and whistled his name 



From far over the meadows tinkled the bubbling notes of a black 

 bird with white and yellow on back and wings. He seemed to say "I, 

 am a . 



He caught a glimpse of a long-billed drummer with a crescent on its 

 yellowish breast and a large patch of white on its lower back, who gave 



his name in nasal tones, . An irridescent dove-like bird 



in soft greyish brown with long tail tipped with white and a white 

 breast slipped quietly past him, but from a tree not far distant answered 



the roll call with " ." Suddenly an olive green with 



yellow breast and white line over the eye darted through the thicket, 

 and with twitching, jerking motions seemed to say to the little lad, 

 "Tut-tut, what's this, why, why, ho, who, who are you, cluck, tut, boy 

 go home." 



A white-eyed - peered out at him and cried, "I say, who are 



you, eh?" Well, that was but fair after so many of the feathered folks 

 had told him their names, so politely bowing he replied "William 

 Theron Parmelee." A voice from the woods startled him, it plainly 

 said, "Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!" How did that bird know he 



ran away? A swooped through the air for its supper 



and called "beef, pork," and all at once Willie realized that he was 

 tired and hungry, darkness was closing about him, and home was a 

 long way off. His shoes were coated with mud, his clothes torn, and 

 his hands and face scratched. Which way should he turn? Hark! 

 What was that? It was but a Wood serenely caroling its ves- 

 pers, but it sounded like mothers voice, "Come to me." Will hurried 

 through the undergrowth towards the songster, and hurrah, here was 

 the grassy cart path which led directly to the meadows back of neigh- 

 bor Clarks barn. He reached home just as his sister was starting out 



