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éological rarities, | was magnanimous enough 
to leave them to hatch; I don’t like to disturb 
the birds much close to one of my favorite 
camps. 
Back in the bog is a splendid mass of pitcher 
plants, and somewhere among them a pair of 
bitterns have their abiding place. Theirhollow 
voices always resound through the evening air, 
and about the same time a big rough-legged 
hawk prowls round here and up and down the 
brook. This is the favorite time, too, for the 
muskrats to come out and play, and the gam- 
bols of the little ones are a very pretty sight. 
Calico Camp is always invaded, after a day 
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or two, by lots of little mice. They are not the 
common domestic animal of civilized life, but a 
beautiful white-footed, woodland kind. 
Wouldn't you like to visit my little camp, my 
dear reader? Well you shan’t know from me 
just exactly where it is. I love to think of these 
places as mine and mine alone, and as I sit on 
my high stool with the hum of the city life and 
street sounds all about me, their pictures rise 
up among the dry columns of the figures in the 
big ledger until some day the longing for the 
woods and solitude gets too much for me and 
I whisk off again. Probably sometime I will 
tell you about Calico Camp in winter. 
