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BIUBS IN A VILLAGE. 
your cage, with free entrance to wind and rain ; 
then your little captives will be happy, even 
happy as I am, in spite of all the perils which do 
environ me — guns and cats and snares, with wet 
and foo: and hard frosts to come." 
x^nd, seeing my error, I should open the cage and 
let them fly away. Even to death I should let 
them fly; for there would be a taste of liberty 
first, and life without that sweet savour, whether 
of aerial bird or earth-bound man, is not worth 
living. 
