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The country byways hinting modest content- 

 ment and ease . . . .turkeys on a hike for 

 hoppers • 



often rests on the bank by the roadside 

 under a tangle of dewberry vines. In 

 the shrubbery, which grows up in fence 

 corners, one may find the home of the 

 indigo bird. Orioles swing their breezy 

 nests from the overhanging elms, and 

 the robins build in the crotch of the 

 branches. How many, will not be known 

 until autumn frosts lay bare their air 

 castles. In the shelter of the brambles 

 by the roadside many of our migratory 

 birds find place to tarry awhile for rest 

 on their journeys. In the spring and 

 fall these roadside tangles become 

 alive and atune with white throats, che- 

 winks, and all their cousins. There of 

 a bright spring morning the blue bird 

 haunts the fences, 



"Lifting his light load of song, 

 From post to post along the cheerless fence." 



Yes, and the barn-yard by the coun- 

 try roadside contributes its attractions 



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