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scald and house the buckets and storage tubs. What a 
transformation will have taken place in the woods dur- 
ing the two or three weeks’ absence! The roads and 
paths are no longer familiar. The leaves that have 
put forth, as by magic, have changed the appearance of 
everything. One hardly knows the old sugar camp, so 
altered are all its surroundings. It has become like a 
scene of enchantment. Shady bowers and leafy grot- 
toes are on every side. One ‘can hardly see the sky 
through the dense foliage of the beeches and maples. 
It is the season of the migration of the Dendroicas. 
These bright-winged birds flitting through the branches 
give a topical look to the scene. Prominent among 
them are the Blackburnian warblers, with throats of 
flame. The yellow-rumped warbler, like a rainbow in 
color, lisps his thin song high in the tree-tops. 
The red-start, with black and orange contrasting with 
the bright. yellow, displays to advantage this rich 
plumage as he opens and shuts his wings like the large 
showy butterflies, which he much resembles. The 
scarlet tanager carols serenely from his perch in a tall 
tree, or sits among the low branches earnestly and 
almost sadly calling, “chip, herd! chip, herd!” until 
a companion answers the call, when away they fly, to 
give color to another part of the woods. The partridge, 
now from his unseen log, beats his muffled drum just 
beside the path. The chipmunks. have lost their fear, 
knowing their safe hiding-places so near at hand, and 
will saucily chipper almost under your feet. Thousands 
of honey bees hum about the ropy sap that is still ooz- 
