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tribe is very shy, and only seen in tlie forest. Tlie one we ob- 
served this evening was flitting about in a young grove upon the 
borders of a brook ; his red and black plumage, and flirting tail, 
showing here and there among the foliage. 
Tuesday, 3d . — * * * * \Yg f^j. several weeks, 
been planning a visit to Farmer B ’s; our good friend, his 
step-mother, ha\Tng given us a very warm inritation to spend the 
day with her. Accordingly, we set off in the morning, after 
breakfast, and drove to the little village of B Green, where 
we arrived about noon. Here the coachman stopped to water 
his horses, and make some inquiries about the road. 
“ Do you know where B ’s folks live ?” he asked of a man 
in the yard. 
“ Yes, sir; B ’s folks live three miles from here.” 
“ Which road must I take ?” 
“ Straight ahead. Turn to the left when you come to the 
brick school-house ; then take the right when you get to the gun- 
smith’s shop, and any of the neighbors about will tell you which 
is B ’s house.” 
The directions proved correct. We soon reached the school- 
house ; then came to the grmsmith’s shop, and a few more turn- 
ings brought us in sight of the low, gray farm-house, the object 
of our morning’s drive. Here a very cordial and simple greeting 
awaited us, and we passed the day most agreeably. 
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How pleasantly things look about a farm-house ! There is 
always much that is interesting and respectable connected with 
every better labor, every useful or hannless occupation of man. 
We esteem some trades for their usefulness, we admiro others for 
