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hearts. Soon, the shells will crack, and the young 

 nighthawks will emerge, — tiny fluffs,— in colour 

 the very essence of the scattered pebbles. 



In the autumn they will all pass southward to 

 the far distant tropics, and when spring again 

 awakens, the instinct of migration will lead them, 

 not to some mottled carpet of moss and rocks deep 

 in the woods, but to the tarred roof of a house in 

 the very heart of a great city. 



