WILD LIFE Is^EAR HOME 



IX PERSIMMON-TIME 



THE season of ripe j)ersimmons in tlie pine- 

 barren region of New Jersey falls during 

 the days of frosty mornings, of wind-strewn 

 leaves and dropping nuts. Melancholy days 

 these may be in other States, but ne\'er such 

 here. The loliin and the wren— I am not sure 

 about all of the wrens— are flown, just as the 

 poet says ; but the jay and the crow are by no 

 means the only birds that remain. Bob "White 

 calls from the swales and "cut-offs" ; the cardi- 

 nal sounds his clear, brilliant whistle in the 

 thickets ; and the meadow-lark, scaling across 



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