A LOST FEBRUARY 



We left Jamaica on the return trip the 3d of 

 March, just about the time I fancy that the birds 

 from our woods that we had met there were also 

 turning their faces northward. We reached home 

 on the 9th, and at sundown the caroling of the robins 

 from the treetops was far more welcome than any 

 bird voice we heard in Jamaica, not even excepting 

 that of the soUtaire. 



