AUTUMN. 



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' THE LINE STORM. 



have hung their paper house, like a gray balloon caught among the 

 branches. 



Now we hear a chatter and a scratching on the roof, where a pair of 

 lively squirrels hold a game of tag ; and ascending the rickety stairs into 

 the loft above, we find the floor strewn with hickory-nuts, with neat round 



